Mar 10, 2024

Guess just missing pushing that Son of mine up steep hills.

It's was always a good upper body workout, always a privilege, nearly always ended with a café visit cuppa then bite to eat. Guess Matthew, just miss pushing your Wheelchair with you seated, up steep hills.

Mind you

Champ, sometimes

We 

We're

Beaten.

Find long way

Round.


You always liked rich churches with history, Icons, sense of time. Sunday occasionally you'd find Cathedral. Spend own time, discovery in own pace.

There again find Church café. Such period quietly engage. That reflective studious look would appear. Gently we would slumber around the place. You again sharing something you had discovered.









We can all learn that way of being' in the presence of the Lord. Some people don't get spirituality here in these well tapestry rich' places. But you led here, many like Matty find a solace being alone. Something from the walls embraced and enveloped you. Took me a while to understand, your sharing became clear such moments where special. Again in the way many discover own theology, own understanding of God. Today in my heart we visited a place you would love.  Hope the many who find your awareness of God feel blessed the way l do today, thank you son. Guess I know not here but in my mind you remain.

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But had this thing, can only call hope. Hope or Faith ?

T here was chaos that l just didn't quite recognise. Feel that's known by those `creating the chaos`. Long Hospital corridors, 36 ho...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"