Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, or a Buddha with wings, it was beautiful, and accurate, striking the snow and whatever was there with a force that left the imprint of the tips of its wings — five feet apart — and the grabbing thrust of its feet, and the indentation of what had been running through the white valleys of the snow — and then it rose, gracefully, and flew back to the frozen marshes to lurk there, like a little lighthouse, in the blue shadows — so I thought: maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — as soft as feathers — that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes, not without amazement, and let ourselves be carried, as through the translucence of mica, to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow, that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light — in which we are washed and washed out of our bones. Author

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Henrys Owl

It is a year today since my beloved son Henry passed away. I never thought that I would get to this point. So for today I thought I would share his drawing of the owl that he drew for me. This owl has become the symbol of his memorial fund. It was produced onto Tshirts to sell for the Henry Memorial Fund and it is only today that I can confirm that we have raised enough money to buy 2 defibs for the village. This was part of an idea I had to ensure that even though we live in the middle of nowhere we would be able to do our best in an emergency. It will be done in Henrys memory. We aim to continue the fund to find out other pieces of equipment that would be useful. If all this work at least gives someone a chance that Henry didn't have, then it will be worth it.

So please forgive me when I say that it will be a very short blog today. Henry was only 17 but he knew every day that he was loved and every day since he passed, I have missed him so much. I miss his laughter, our chats and him sharing his dreams for the future. A future that he never got to have. I have to believe that there is a greater plan, that we are not meant to know.Every thing I do from this point is to honour his memory.

I would like to thank you all for your friendship and support. You have all helped me get through this nightmare of a year. So until tomorrow..take care.

1 comment :

  1. What a beautiful drawing. I hope you managed to get through yesterday ok. Monday will be two years since my wonderful Mum died which gas been a struggle for my & my Dad.

    Take care, Michele.