Yesterday we met at the riverside to say our farewell to Swordfish.
The sun shone beautifully.
I found a poem which I felt defined many a thought and feeling.
'You can shed tears that he is gone
or you can smile because he has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back
or you can open your eyes and see all he has left.
Your heart can be empty because you cannot see him
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he has gone
or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.'
The children and I sat by the water's edge and scattered his ashes into the water and our small gathering of family and friends put beautiful red roses into the river.
There were tears, a few jolly memories but above all much love for someone so special.
The river holds many memories and now it will grow bigger and more proud as it carries Swordfish away onto his next journey.
This is the story about my journey into and, hopefully, through cancer of the oesophagus. There are number of reasons for me wishing to share my experience; some of which are selfish, some of which I would like to think are altruistic. The blog is intended to be a frank account and, whilst I hope it is accessible and useful beyond my immediate circle of family and friends, it will be written in a style that is suitable for open-minded adults.
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Saturday, 20 August 2011
Saturday, 6 August 2011
Scattering Ashes
I wrote an entry regarding a trip to Wales to scatter ashes. I must let you know that this has now changed.
After long deliberation, I have decided against a trip back to Wales for many personal reasons which I won't go into. Needless to say the decision has been very difficult as Swordfish had not made clear his wish for his ashes to be scattered in one particular place.
We have decided to visit the river Thames for a private, family occasion on 19th August which would have been Swordfish's 46th birthday. I don't think any one of us wants to do this and the children are struggling with the thought of letting go. Boogle Bunny especially. There will be no right way to perform the scattering, no right words to say. Just a group of people sharing their love and their loss of such a wonderful man.
I would like to thank you all for your wonderful messages of support and love. Knowing that we are thought of and watched over by so many is a great comfort.
So if you have a moment to stop, a thought or words to say, please do so on Friday 19th August and tell the people closest to you that you love them.
Time is precious.
After long deliberation, I have decided against a trip back to Wales for many personal reasons which I won't go into. Needless to say the decision has been very difficult as Swordfish had not made clear his wish for his ashes to be scattered in one particular place.
We have decided to visit the river Thames for a private, family occasion on 19th August which would have been Swordfish's 46th birthday. I don't think any one of us wants to do this and the children are struggling with the thought of letting go. Boogle Bunny especially. There will be no right way to perform the scattering, no right words to say. Just a group of people sharing their love and their loss of such a wonderful man.
I would like to thank you all for your wonderful messages of support and love. Knowing that we are thought of and watched over by so many is a great comfort.
So if you have a moment to stop, a thought or words to say, please do so on Friday 19th August and tell the people closest to you that you love them.
Time is precious.
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