Today would have been the 52nd anniversary of my sons birthday, and I feel that I can never let the 16th of February of passing year go by without some sort of tribute to him. Glenn was not only my son, but also my best friend.
Glenn died in the Royal Orthopaedic Hospital in October 1990. He was only 28, with so much in life to look forward to. We thought that he was recovering from bone cancer when he suddenly developed secondary lung cancer, which was the actually the cause of his death.
We shared a lot of interests and passions in life, such as a love of the countryside and wildlife. Glenn would walk all the local footpaths through the fields regularly to ensure that the farmers and landowners were not closing then illegally. His favourite haunt was the Lake District where he and his other young friends would go to spend weekends and holidays.
Another interest we shared was Amateur Radio, sometimes referred to as Hams, and electronics. His callsign was G8SUM and mine was G8AFY. After his death I dropped my own callsign and took his on as a tribute to him and to keep his radio station alive.
I could write so much more about him, but I think that it’s best left until another time; suffice to say that I still miss him so much.
People have told me that time is a great healer and and I would get over his death. That is a fallacy. Time may soften the blow, but you never get over it or forget.
Goodbye, My Son
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.
For soon I will close your eyes, and kiss your cheek.
Then you will be gone, and with you goes my heart.