Category Archives: Special needs

Heaven in our home

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Wednesday 29th July

The sunflowers on your place of rest are looking beautiful today, facing the sun, so bright and colourful, holding their heads up tall and strong.

The sunflower seeds you bought, that Dad planted in the garden, have grown to almost five feet tall. The flower heads are just forming and should be ready to bloom in a few weeks.

It was your aim to grow the biggest sunflower ever. That’s why you bought the seeds with pocket money Nan gave you. I wish you were here now to see your plants growing. They’ll probably end up being taller than you.

You were our little ray of sunshine.
And now you’re up there in Heaven.
But there’s still a little bit of Heaven in our home, in our garden, in our hearts and in our lives.

And I miss you.

Love you my darling Angel.
xxxx

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Every so often

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Tuesday 28th July

“Every so often your loved ones will open the door from Heaven, and visit you in a Dream.
Just to say “Hello” and to remind you they are still with you, just in a different way….”

Yes, every so often I do feel your presence beside me. I know you’re there holding out your hand for me, so that we can walk along together.

The harbour front was bustling today with families on the beach, walking on  the pavements and in the middle of the road, sitting outside the cafés, motoring about the bay in boats, or trying to slowly drive along avoiding the meandering throngs.

I’m not sure you would have enjoyed being here, out and about today. There were just so many people, and you didn’t really like crowds. By now we would had been in South Carolina meeting up with old friends, and getting used to a more relaxed time.

This will be our first summer for about twenty years that we are staying at home and not flying to America. You see, you are no longer with us, and we can’t face having our ‘normal’ vacation without you.

Someday that will change, and we will retrace our steps and revisit places we went to with you. We will also create new journeys. Someday. But not yet awhile. Not yet.

Missing you so very much today.
Love you forever precious Angel.
xxxxx

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High tide in the harbour this afternoon. Sunshine and moody clouds.

Two years ago today

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Monday 27th July

On this day two years ago, we had just begun our annual holiday in America, and were staying in Little River, overlooking the marina at Coquina Harbour, South Carolina. We had spent the morning waiting for our hire car to have an oil change, eating Krispy Kreme doughnuts to pass the time, and by late afternoon were ready for a dip in the hotel pool.

You loved being in the water. Jumping in, swimming, or, as in the video, walking along the bottom on your hands. You looked so happy and relaxed then.

https://youtu.be/Ft5RW0J-9Qk

I look upon you now in that pool, and think “If only….”,  “I wonder….”,  “What if….” ……. Coulda, shoulda, woulda……

I miss you so much, nothing is the same, and the future has taken an unknown path.
It’s as if we’ve been transported to a parallel universe, but one without you, and we are unsure of what to do next and where to go.

Love you to the moon and back.
Happy swimming my darling Angel.
xxxxx

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Sometimes

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Sunday 26th July

“Sometimes
Memories
Sneak
out of my
Eyes
and
Roll
down my
Cheeks”

What an excellent metaphor.
This does happen to me quite a lot.

I think of you, remember something about you, I see a picture, or hear a sound that reminds me of you, and tears stream down my face. I can’t stop them. You meant so much.

For thirty years we had such fun together: we saw the world, watched you as you grew up, tried to look after you, and gave you everything we could. Even though you had Asperger’s, you were always enjoying life to the full. All sorts of experiences, encounters and adventures. And in return, you could be so loving, caring and thoughtful. You had a great sense of humour, a terrific knowledge of trivia and strong sense of justice.

You are always so close to me, and yet now so far away.

We just miss you so very much.
Love you forever.
My Angel xxxx

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A better day

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Saturday 25th July

Following a number of days of grey, wet and very windy weather, today was much better. Clear blue skies, warm sun, and only a light breeze: I’m sure the many tourists were thankful as they made their way to the beaches, loaded down with towels, windbreaks, buckets and spades, and surfboards. This is what summer at the seaside is all about. A day playing on the sand and swimming in the sea, eating ice cream and using sunscreen.

We spend about an hour at your graveside, renewing the flowers, clipping the grass, whilst talking to you all the time. No, it’s not strange, it’s what we do. We’ve always looked after you, and we will continue to do so. Sunflowers, roses, carnations, gladioli, chrysanthemums and petunias, all looking beautiful in the sunshine.

We take a walk around the crowded harbour in the afternoon and watch the regatta of small yachts in the bay. It really is quite picturesque. Amazing what sunny weather can do to a place.

In years past, we would now be on our summer vacation in America. Travelling with you down the east coast to Orlando and beyond. Five weeks, and three thousand miles in our hire car. Such happy, happy days, with fabulous memories. We’re giving it a miss this summer: we are not yet ready to revisit places where we went with you. We will go back there. But not yet.

Thinking of you so much today.
Sweet, precious boy.
My darling Angel son.
xxxx

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Nineteen Thursdays

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Thursday 23rd July

“Since you’ve been gone, I talk to you when I feel the need to…. I share my hopes and my thoughts with you…. To me, you are just as real now as you were when I could see you…. Yes, you are my angel.”

Nineteen Thursdays ago you fell asleep in our bed, and did not wake up again.
Although I tried my hardest to save you, you went to heaven as I held you.
You gained your Angel wings so very unexpectedly, and flew away.
Since that day, there has not been a moment that I haven’t thought of you.
You meant so much to so many, but to us, you were everything.
We love you to the moon and back, and every waking moment we miss you.

Take flight my Angel.
Sending kisses to you.
xxx

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Forever young

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Wednesday 22nd July

“I loved you your entire life and
I will miss you the rest of mine.

You will forever be my always
Forever young.”

Fifteen weeks ago today we laid you to rest.
Daily we have come to your graveside.
You will always be our thirty year old son.

Sweet child.
Lovely boy.
Darling Angel.
xxxx

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The harbour today at low tide.

Sunshine sauntering

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Tuesday 21st July

Sunshine. It certainly does lift the spirits. Today feels quite summery, and just the sort of weather to take an afternoon walk/stroll/meander/hike, call it what you wish.

Today my new walking sandals arrive through the mail. This is the footwear that will help me climb a mountain. Hhhmmm, I jolly well hope so.

In eighteen days, myself, my husband and sister plan to climb Mount Snowdon in Wales. (None of us are wonderfully fit, or seasoned walkers, so it will be a challenge. Hence the daily walks as some sort of preparation).

We are doing this in memory of our son, and joining the annual testicular cancer trek. Survivors and family members take part, and walk the Llanberis Path to the summit. A 7km winding route, with a height gain of 945m, to reach the summit which is 1085m above sea level.

How long will it take us? Estimates have been given as anything between three and a half to five and half hours each way. Whatever the actual time, we know it’s not a race; to make the ascent and stand on the summit will be an amazing moment for all of us.

We will each take you with us in our hearts.

Fly high my beloved Angel.
xxxx

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Monday morning mizzle

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Monday 20th July

What a mizzley old morning. Heavy, sparkling mist and fine, soaking drizzle combine to create Cornish mizzle. It seems to be blowing horizontally as we leave the house depositing water droplets on your face, clothes and hair. It’s not cold though, just grey and grotty.

We don’t see anyone else in the cemetery, probably because of the miserable weather. But the mizzle is giving the grass a good soaking, and keeping all the flowers and leaves well-watered.

By the afternoon we are ready for our walk, and the sun is coming out. So are the hordes of tourists; they seem to be everywhere. But it is good for the town, to see the place so busy.

We chat awhile with an old sea-faring, children’s bookwriter. He is enjoying sitting on the wall in the sunshine, watching the world go by. Perhaps he is getting ideas for his next book about his own world travels as a grandfather. Previously he has written about the adventures of a teddy bear from the town.

I think we will take the soft toy dolphin, that is lying on your bed, on our own travels. Perhaps I will write stories of it’s exploits too. Frank the Dolphin’s Excellent Expedition.

Sleep tight my precious Angel.
Love you so very much.
xxx

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