A Continuation of Reflections

Hello darling how I wish you were here, it would be good to talk, good to go out for a coffee, out for a glass of wine to the cricket club, have dinner in Host, go on the Ferry, have lunch at the Tate. Since I last wrote to you Anita has died, in my fantasy , you know this and you have seen her, magical thinking . I don't really believe Anita is dead....just away in Israel, I often did not see her if she was away or I was away, but when we were both here I saw her every week, and text almost every day. Philip's hands are still being treated for burns, but he is on the mend....I hoped to see him this week, but he has put it off till next week, so we will see how he is. I had a wonderful time with Anne and Henry, I love their home in Whitstable, we can make a cup of tea jn their kitchen then walk across the road to the beach and drink it.. We had a lovely ceremony for Anita at the time her funeral took place in Liverpool. We played My Love is Like a Red Red Rose wh...

9/10/15 They Tuck You Up, by Adrian Mitchell They tuck you up, your mum and dad They read you Peter Rabbit, too. They give you all the treats they had And add some extra, just for you. They were tucked up when they were small, (Pink perfume, blue tobacco-smoke), By those whose kiss healed any fall, Whose laughter doubled any joke. Man hands on happiness to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. So love your parents all you can And have some cheerful kids yourself.

Hello darling the world news is quite scary all the talk about is war ,death ,bombs..poor refugees who few people want to help....I find it quite depressing and I feel helpless I really miss you darling...miss our talks....I am starting to feel quite lonely....something I have not felt for a long long time....I have to make the effort all the time to talk to another human....and it is always worth the effort...but it is much nicer having you here to just blether to. I am lacking purpose...I am like a rudderless ship....flotsam and jetsam  floating about aimlessly. I think I am in the lethargy stage of grief.... I miss Philip and Jackie and Anita and lots of people mum dad, aunts uncles grandparents no longer here...sometimes I ask the big questions "what's it all about" I feel like Woody Allen searching for a meaning. I somehow got through our birthdays....now Halloween and our 28th wedding anniversary is coming up.....and I am going to scatter more of your ...

John loved this poem....he discovered it when we lived in county Clare...and read it to me often....we had two pure white kittens. " Pangur Bán " is an  Old Irish  poem, written about the 9th century at or around Reichenau Abbey . It was written by an  Irish monk , and is about his  cat .  Pangur Bán , "Fair Pangur", is the cat's name,  Pangur  meaning a  fuller . (While  bán translates literally  white , when applied to living beings the meaning is  fair . Cf dubh  literally  black , but when applied to living beings meaning  dark , e.g.  Agnes Dubh ,  Black Agnes , the nickname of  Agnes Randolph , the famous 14th-century Countess of Dunbar.) Although the poem is anonymous, it bears similarities to the poetry of  Sedulius Scottus , prompting speculation that Sedulius is the author. [1]  In 8 verses of four lines, the author compares the cat's happy hunting with his own scholarly pursuits...

Hello darling I am home from Castalla now, once again it was sad and heartbreaking. The house looks lovely you would love to see all the changes- the first day I went shopping and got all the beds made up.Penny and Johnny arrived on my birthday ,it was special, we sat on the balcony drank some of the 1.65  sparkling wine which is still wonderful...had a lovely meal and drank some of the '99 '  we talked a lot about you, shared our memories remembered the Marie Curie raised a glass to Andrew and Lucy who raised over £2000 in your name for Marie Curie. On Saturday morning we walked through the market in beautiful sunshine Johnny bought some sunglasses Penny chatted to everyone she is really up for speaking languages, such a communicator. We had coffee and Toasadas in El Jardin the cafe we like under the Castle on the main road. On Saturday afternoon after lunch Penny and Johnny spent about 8 hours with out a break in your room looking through your things, your...