Return to the Lizard, Cornwall. October 2011.

Footprints in the sand

I came down to the Lizard a few days ago, to spend some time on my own in the place I love so well. The place we all used to stay as a family, along with your grandad, year in year out, and where we had such happy times. I saw my new grandson last week, your nephew, and it was a wonderful experience. I am going to love being a granny! I have spent the days in quiet reflection each morning, and the afternoons walking the cliff paths, and along the empty beach at Polurrian. I can hear echoes of your voice mingled with that of grandad and the others and it makes me smile. We will never lose you, Matt, you are forever with us.  And on days like today, walking along the beach, for once, I remember you without the sense of loss.                  

Polurrian Cove. 

Letter to Matthew

Timelord and Teapot Sutton Park September 2011The new grandparents! 

October 2011

Dear Matthew ,
On Wednesday 5th October 2011, your brother and his wife had their first baby. A boy.
He is called Samuel Robin. You would have like that.
All kinds of mixed emotions have been swirling round in me for weeks, surrounding this new addition to our family.
All mixed up with recollections of your birth, your brother's birth, and how we were so overjoyed to welcome our own children into the world.

I wish you were here to see your new nephew.

It is difficult to explain to others how it can be hard when we celebrate another important milestone without you. We are so very, very, happy and at the same time it highlights the empty space which you filled with your living presence.

A proud dad and his first son, Matthew. April 1976

Of course it makes us grandparents! Wow! And it is an amazing feeling!

Matthew holding his new brother.September 1984

Matt holding his 3 month old brother, December 1984 

We will go to see our new grandson soon, and I can't wait to hold him. A whole new chapter beginning, in a whole new life. So, Matt, I know you would've been a great uncle. And one day, when our grandson is grown, I expect his brother may tell him about you...................Love always Mumxx      

9/10 and 9/11. A weekend of reflection.........................

Lizard Point. Cornwall. England  A quiet moment. 

A father remembers his son. WTC New York USA

Above Grasmere and Rydal Water.The Lake District. England.

This year saw our 5th Anniversary of 9/10 alongside the 10 year Anniversary of 9/11.
I looked at the photo of the father simply placing his hand on his son's name and I was deeply moved.
A world of pain separates him from us, and yet I somehow felt connected. Although I cannot even begin to contemplate how they feel, constantly seeing how their loved ones died like an ever running video, over and over again. Year in, year out.
But for them, 10 years on, the important thing is that they are not forgotten. And the grief is still palpable. Anniversaries will always be that way.
 
We can choose to remember our 9/10 in the way in which each of us feels is most helpful. All of us who were joined togther by Matt and Chris's deaths share a deep bond. It is important for us to remain in contact, Chris's family and very close friends, our little family and very close friends.We see each other throughout the year, share stories about them, laugh and weep over them, and encourage each other along.  
And in the week before the 10th we are once again sending each other cards, exchanging phone calls, talking about them, and yes, grieving them too. But this is a shared grief and it serves to strengthen, as we all have the need to remember.
Stephen and I had a few days in the Lake District in the quiet Langdale Valley.
On the 10th we went for a long walk over the fell and down into Rydal Water. As we were walking along we received several mobile phone text messages from our friends and family to say they were thinking of us. (As we indeed were thinking of them.)
We received several cards. Touching messages written inside, and one with anecdotes about Matt. I keep all these in a special box.
It was a peaceful reflective day, and after walking on into Ambleside, where we refuelled on toasted tea cakes, (me!) and Borrowdale tea bread and cheese(him!) we then walked the next 3 and a half miles back to where we were staying. A round trip of about 7 miles. We enjoyed the views inspite of the showers, and saw several deer. One obligingly jumped the fence practically under our noses as we crept up to have a closer look.
Such graceful creatures.
So we passed by another date forever etched in our hearts.
And we go on into another year.
 

We will remember you on September 10th 2011.

Matt on Helm Crag, Grasmere. July 2006. 

September once more...........5 years on,

June 2005

California 2005 Taking photos! 

Lizard Point. Cornwall September 2007

Well, Matt, 
Here we are again, on the threshhold of the month of September. I used to love the sense of it, the autumn arriving,however, each year since you've been gone, I say to myself, "It will be different this time, and I am doing ok" 
Then I catch the sight of the first leaves beginning to change colour, my heart aches. 

Matt taking photos. Cadgwith  Cornwall  

                                                          So, I am  not going to write much this time,                                                               and                                                                             simply place your photos in this place. 

April 2005

4th July 2006

Our son, first born, and deeply loved..................

Matt 1977 Cowplain Hampshire 

Padstow, Cornwall, 1980

Morocco 1999

So, here are some of the memories..............

Matt April 1980

Matt at Edgbaston Cricket Ground

River  Rothay , Grasmere, July 2006 

A Grief Remembered: Evenings and mornings..............June 2011

A Grief Remembered: Evenings and mornings..............June 2011

Evenings and mornings..............June 2011

The evenings are long now, and the last of the light hardly fades before midnight.

I always have a camera handy, Matt, which can irritate some people............! But it's as if I have to capture the moments.............

I took this photo just before 11.00pm one evening this week, as I was closing the upstairs blinds for the night.

I stood and thought of you, as I always do.

There is only a short span between nightfall and dawn at this time of year.

As I'd watched the last of the glow on the horizon, so I was awake when the first blackbird began his song,and the fingers of the new day crept into the garden from the east. It was hardly 4.00am.

Is it an indulgence to miss you so keenly?

Gone from the earth in a matter of minutes.............I remember then in the days and weeks that followed, the gazing at the sky each evening and thinking "Matt's no longer on this earth"

And the vastness of the skies at night, with their myriads of stars, mirrored a huge deep void in me. Lonely skies, quiet in their far away-ness................ unreachable on their outer limits..........like I cannot reach you now.

I hide.

People don't really want to hear the same thing over and over again...................or is it that I feel somehow I've failed to "move on"?

Nothing can ever alter what happened, and nothing can ever alter my inward loneliness and longing after you.

It is always there...................evenings and mornings............................

Yes, our lives go on, yes, I am so excited about our first grandchild, but it comes with the loss.............in the joyful family events of marriages and births, anniversaries, birthdays, there is one person missing who should be there.

So, evenings and mornings I think of you , and myriads of times in between.

And tomorrow, we go to Cornwall, and we will remember you in the place in which you lay...............................