Hello Angi...
Hello Angi,
Normally on this day you would find me some distance from home - perhaps on a day trip by train to Teignmouth to wander around the town before heading for the beach to see what the tide is doing; or extending my getaway to a few days at St Ives or Penzance, seaside towns and favourite destinations in Cornwall. But this year I am a mere four-mile bike ride from the farm.
On May 3rd, 2016 - one year after I held your hand and watched you take your last breath - I found myself on el Camino, a well-travelled pilgrim route in northern Spain that ends up at Santiago, close to the Atlantic shore. On that, your first Angel Day, I found the going physically tough (not to mention breaking my elbow on the last day) and emotionally even more exacting. However, I walked the minimum number of miles to claim my pilgrim's certificate.
To be honest, today I actually considered driving the twenty miles to Glastonbury to climb the Tor, the high hill where some of your ashes, as well as your brother's and my mother's are laid to rest. But I decided against stretching the rule of the Covid 19 lockdown and headed, instead, to Puxton Church, a 14th century place of worship with its distinguishing leaning tower. Sometimes the door is open, but because today it's locked I'm sitting on a bench at the edge of the tiny cemetery.
This year's anniversary is somewhat of a milestone as it marks five years since your soul took flight, and it's especially poignant in that it lands on a Sunday - the day of the week that you spread your wings after spending three heart-wrenching weeks in a Kitchener hospice. It took me and Jan, your soulmate/husband, one month to tie up the business and legal ends of your passing; then we flew to England and my home where we did as you had requested. We scattered your ashes on the Tor and next in the garden at St Michael's Mount.
Each day over the past five years I have thought of you too many times to count and will continue to do so, as I do your brother, for the rest of my days. I'm sure that you and Mike found each other and hope to do the same some day. Until then I blow each of you a kiss and send much love xxxxx
Normally on this day you would find me some distance from home - perhaps on a day trip by train to Teignmouth to wander around the town before heading for the beach to see what the tide is doing; or extending my getaway to a few days at St Ives or Penzance, seaside towns and favourite destinations in Cornwall. But this year I am a mere four-mile bike ride from the farm.
On May 3rd, 2016 - one year after I held your hand and watched you take your last breath - I found myself on el Camino, a well-travelled pilgrim route in northern Spain that ends up at Santiago, close to the Atlantic shore. On that, your first Angel Day, I found the going physically tough (not to mention breaking my elbow on the last day) and emotionally even more exacting. However, I walked the minimum number of miles to claim my pilgrim's certificate.
To be honest, today I actually considered driving the twenty miles to Glastonbury to climb the Tor, the high hill where some of your ashes, as well as your brother's and my mother's are laid to rest. But I decided against stretching the rule of the Covid 19 lockdown and headed, instead, to Puxton Church, a 14th century place of worship with its distinguishing leaning tower. Sometimes the door is open, but because today it's locked I'm sitting on a bench at the edge of the tiny cemetery.
This year's anniversary is somewhat of a milestone as it marks five years since your soul took flight, and it's especially poignant in that it lands on a Sunday - the day of the week that you spread your wings after spending three heart-wrenching weeks in a Kitchener hospice. It took me and Jan, your soulmate/husband, one month to tie up the business and legal ends of your passing; then we flew to England and my home where we did as you had requested. We scattered your ashes on the Tor and next in the garden at St Michael's Mount.
Each day over the past five years I have thought of you too many times to count and will continue to do so, as I do your brother, for the rest of my days. I'm sure that you and Mike found each other and hope to do the same some day. Until then I blow each of you a kiss and send much love xxxxx
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