Final Flight

On June 12th we spread two thirds of Cynthia’s ashes over a pre-marked point on the Comox Glacier.

My friend Chris scattered them after leaving his hangar at the Comox Airpark.

The ashes were scattered from a home made dispenser attached to the wing tip of his beautiful self built plane. Here’s a video Chris made for our family which explains the occasion.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4A_l47zAFuw&feature=share

I can’t thank Chris enough for coming up with the original idea and for carrying out this operation so skillfully and sensitively.

For those of you having already seen this on Facebook I apologize. This post is done for others not using FB.

In case you are wondering about the remaining one third of the ashes, I will take them to Wales in the future to scatter them on the hills near her home.

‘Bye for now and God bless.

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A Day To Remember.

It’s about 03.10 as I begin to write this and I’ve been awake for a while. Outside the wind is whistling through the fir trees on the neighbour’s property. Fir cones from the trees on that land are peppering my roof and tumbling down to the yard below, one of the reasons for me being awake. Another reason, the main one, is that it is the day of our wedding anniversary and I was thinking about Cynthia. The words of that Sinatra song, One For My Baby, kept going through my head:

It’s quarter to three
There’s no one in the place ‘cept you and me
So set ’em’ up Joe
I got a little story I think you oughtta know
We’re drinking my friend
To the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Cynthia loved listening to Frank Sinatra sing.

Well it was quarter to three, there is no one in the place ‘cept me, I got a little story I think you might like to know, I’m drinking tea my friends, to the memory of a great episode in my life, and this is one for my baby but I don’t know if there will be any more of these epistles for the road.

Today would have been the 53rd anniversary of our marriage. Maybe you’re doing the math now to work out the wedding date.  Yes you got it right, it was Jan.03 1966. I didn’t write anything on this day in 2018 or 2017 but today for some reason it feels good to be writing.

Dear Fr. Bowden, the curate who married us.

Our wedding day was a great day. It was remarkable for us in many ways. We had decided to get married in the previous October during a half term school break back in the UK. We’d motored down to Wales from Camberley in Surrey, about thirty miles west of London. We asked for our parents’ permission to marry even though we were determined to go ahead anyway. What was remarkable was not that they agreed, for they all knew we would one day be wed, but that Cynthia’s mother told us we would have to make all the arrangements ourselves as she was too ill to help with that.

Cynthia receives a call from a college friend in Australia

Cynthia never hesitated, but gave her mum a hug and got on with things immediately. She basically dragged me around in her slipstream as we booked the church with Fr. Bowden the curate at her local church. We booked the local hotel for the reception. We organized wedding cars and drivers etc. etc. By the time our weekend at home was done and we were heading back to Camberley, most of the organizing had been completed. Just a little later Cynthia went to London and hired all her wedding apparel…gown, shoes, veil and so on. It was a remarkable feat on her part.

L_R. cuz Brian Davies, Alan Jones, Geoff Tibbs, John Rees rear, Garath Hill, Lyndon Lewis, Bruce Davies, Howard Shurn, Barrie (Sammy)Davies in front.

The wedding day itself went beautifully, at least from my perspective. However, I know there wasn’t a great start to it for Cynthia as her lovely, but ailing Mum had a fall on the morning of the wedding. Nothing was going to deter her from getting to the wedding. In the end Cynth’s mum recovered and all was well.

Cynthia chats with little cousins Kieron, Sian, Elizabeth

The wedding went beautifully, the reception was great, with family and friends in attendance. After the speeches and the luncheon we  had some singing. One of my friends named John decided to give us his version of Where Have All The Flowers Gone That would have been great except John couldn’t carry a tune even if you gave him a bucket! Nevertheless, we all had a good laugh and other friends even started tossing pennies and other coins at John.  It was a really good time.

Cynthia tosses her bouquet. Elizabeth looks quite bored.

Soon it was time for us to leave as we had to get back to our little apartment in Camberley as school was starting on the Monday. We spent our wedding night, Saturday, in a posh hotel in Bristol. There was no honeymoon because of the imminent start of school the following Monday and also because we could not afford one.

Yup, we had a cake!

Our little apartment, supported by the local school district as housing costs were beyond our means, was a simple but efficient place. It was one of six in a block of apartments, all housing teachers who worked in the Camberley School district., and all in the same financial situation as us. We had no cooker, stove, range whatever you wish to call it. That came months later in the form of a belated gift from dear friends Michael and Janet. Until then, we managed with a hot plate. We even managed to cook kippers in a plastic bag in the electric kettle! We had each other and life was good.

Best man Garath. He now lives in Powell River, B.C. Canada, a ferry ride from me.

Cousin Rosaleen far right. College friends Janet, Margaret, Babs, Judy.

Bridesmaids. My cousin Angela (right) and Cynthia’s cousin Elizabeth

Outside the church

We were so happy.

Cynthia with her dad.

I could write more but I feel this is enough to satisfy what was driving me to write in the first place. I should get back to bed and try to sleep. This has been one post for my baby!

‘Bye for now and God bless.

Cynthia’s Book Of Love

The Front Cover

Those of you who aren’t on Facebook, but receive news of us through this blog, you would not have seen a short post I wrote there recently. It was about Cynthia’s Book Of Love.

If you remember back to  November 2016, when Cynthia was first diagnosed as having cancer, she was given months to live. (The actual time left to her turned out to be much shorter). At the time of this diagnosis, my son Ben came up with the wonderful idea of inviting friends and family here and around the world, to write to Cynthia and share their feelings with her. Tim and I and all the family were so supportive of Ben’s idea.

Ben sent out the instructions for getting the writings here and they started flooding in. The plan then was to put them into a book and give the book to Cynthia a little farther on in time. Sadly her condition deteriorated so quickly were were unable to get the book done and to her before she died. However, we did manage to read many of the first arrivals to Cynthia over her last few days.

Folks, I’m now delighted to tell you that Ben presented me/our family with his beautiful book on Monday morning. It is magnificent as you can see from the cover pictures. Please take my word that your comments are SO beautifully displayed inside. I have read my way through two-thirds of the book. It’s a joy to read, though sometimes difficult to read for the tears. Our family will treasure this book forever. It’s to be kept at my house, which means if you would like to see it, then I get to see you too too! Sneaky huh!

The Back Cover

Thank you family, friends and colleagues for sharing your love and memories regarding Cynthia. Thank you Ben for all the love and caring you put into getting the book done.

“Tell your loved ones you love them every time you get the chance and love them with everything you have.”   Holly Butcher

‘Bye for now and God bless!

November 26. 2017: A Happy Day For Sure.

Yesterday, was a lovely day as two important events occurred. First of all, my younger son Tim celebrated his birthday.

Preparing to Blow

Tim’s wife Andi, (who sadly took the pics and isn’t shown even though I took one of her) and her Mum Jo, prepared a lovely meal for us to eat. Oliver and Charlotte made sure their Dad had a good time by giving him his gifts. Tim told us he’d had a great day which made us all feel good.

Secondly, earlier in the day Oliver had tested for his Blue Belt in Taekondo and was successful in achieving it.

With Teacher Richard (left) and Grand Master Kim

Above you can see him with his fabulous teacher Richard Dobbs. Grand Master Kim had good words to say about all the participants. I’ve included some short video clips which will show you some of the aspects of the Blue Belt testing.

 

We missed Ben and Josée as they were on a trip. We also missed Cynthia for sure, but loved having her there in our hearts and in spirit.

‘Bye for now and God bless.

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