Saturday, October 17, 2009 My Son Glenn Andrew Smith, 16th Feb 1962 - 17th Oct 1990 19 years ago today my son Glenn died. He had bone cancer. He was twenty eight years old, and had everything to live for. Not only was he my son but he was my best friend. We had so much in common, amateur radio for one thing. We were both passionate about telecommunications. My callsign was G8AFY and his was G8SUM. After he died the Licensing Authority gave me permission to drop my own callsign and take on his as a mark of respect and to keep his radio station "on air". I still think about the good times we had to-gether and I try to keep this day special. He would have been 47 this year. I felt so helpless that I couldn't help him. Shortly after he died I wrote this to him. How can I say goodbye to you, my son? Now that for you, tomorrow cannot be. Where shall I find the strength to carry on? When all that I have is going away from me, As these last fleeting hours speed by, And I sit at your side and hold your hand, My eyes so full of tears that I cannot see. I know that you, my son, will understand. These few years we spent together, you and I, It seemed so short a while we had to spend. And yet we shared so great a love That Death itself can never end. So very much as we are, that now We find no need of words as others do, Both knowing so well within our hearts That a love like ours is granted to so few. So rest now, Glenn, until the very end, For soon it will be time for us to part. Then I will close your eyes, and kiss your cheek, And you will be gone, and with you goes my heart. 23 October 1990. - Dad. There was a special page on Yahoo/Geocities personal pages dedicated to him, but only this month Yahoo have closed all the Geocities pages and it's gone. Labels: Sad posted by Keith at 3:55 AM   15 comments

Saturday, July 25, 2009 A New Pigdemic? I noticed that my imaginary friend, Peter the Pig, was a funny colour this morning. "Are you alright?" I asked him. "Not very well today," he replied, "I think I've caught that effing 'Human Flu' that's spreading around the imaginary pigsties at an alarming rate". "No, I don't think so. You're just imagining it! It's probably nothing trivial, after all you did sink a lot of beer in the pub last night" I said, but I was thinking that if he died I would be set up for imaginary bacon sandwiches for life! And I wouldn't have to clean out his imaginary pigsty, filthy beast! Labels: Just for fun, Poo, Rubbish, Sad posted by Keith at 6:33 AM   6 comments

Tuesday, July 14, 2009 Never, NEVER. . . I did. Now what can I do with all these stones?? Labels: Poetry bit, Sad posted by Keith at 4:35 AM   10 comments