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The phone finally rang
Richard was working in Lulworth Cove this morning and asked if I'd like to go with him. I hesitated. I haven't fancied going out much recently and I slept very badly last night. But the weather forcast was good and I figured I could walk along the cliff top.
I'm glad I went. It was beautiful morning. We set up the Wildlife Trust stand with a group of other charities and organisations campaigning for the marine enviroment. I was talking to a young man on the NERC (National Environment Research Council) when the phone call finally came. Bless him for being sensitive and understanding (I'd mentioned that it might happen). He didn't drown me in unwanted sympathy, just quietly went and bought me a packet of much needed tissues.
I had a good cry, then I went for a walk. The sun was sparkling on the sea as though it had been sprinkled with fairy lights. I've rarely seen it more beautiful. I sat for a long time, just looking at the sea and the flowers and butterflies. This is a good place to associate with Rosalie's memory.
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Richard was wonderful as always. When you've been married this long, you know what's needed. He gave me a steady shoulder to cry on and told me that some water voles had been sighted in the local duck pond.
I went in search of water voles and had a happy half hour watching small rodents poking their heads out of the reeds and swimming across the water. They were actually young rats rather than water voles (longer nose, more visible ears and longer tails) but what the heck, I enjoyed watching them anyway.
I wandered around the village and the coastline. For a miracle, the scone I bought was home-made and crusty, the postcards were cheap and while walking round a gift shop I found a scarf that reminded me of a skirt Rosalie once owned, so I bought that and used it to keep my shoulders from burning in the sun.
She'll be missed. She leaves behind her husband, two little boys, her twin, two other sisters, a brother and both her parents.
I shall go to Lulworth again - it will remind me of her in good ways.
I think I will be able to sleep tonight.
If you have happy memories of your own, this is a good time to share them.
I'm glad I went. It was beautiful morning. We set up the Wildlife Trust stand with a group of other charities and organisations campaigning for the marine enviroment. I was talking to a young man on the NERC (National Environment Research Council) when the phone call finally came. Bless him for being sensitive and understanding (I'd mentioned that it might happen). He didn't drown me in unwanted sympathy, just quietly went and bought me a packet of much needed tissues.
I had a good cry, then I went for a walk. The sun was sparkling on the sea as though it had been sprinkled with fairy lights. I've rarely seen it more beautiful. I sat for a long time, just looking at the sea and the flowers and butterflies. This is a good place to associate with Rosalie's memory.
http://www.lulworthcovebandb.co.uk/bandbpics/Lulworth-cove-aerial-2.jpg
Richard was wonderful as always. When you've been married this long, you know what's needed. He gave me a steady shoulder to cry on and told me that some water voles had been sighted in the local duck pond.
I went in search of water voles and had a happy half hour watching small rodents poking their heads out of the reeds and swimming across the water. They were actually young rats rather than water voles (longer nose, more visible ears and longer tails) but what the heck, I enjoyed watching them anyway.
I wandered around the village and the coastline. For a miracle, the scone I bought was home-made and crusty, the postcards were cheap and while walking round a gift shop I found a scarf that reminded me of a skirt Rosalie once owned, so I bought that and used it to keep my shoulders from burning in the sun.
She'll be missed. She leaves behind her husband, two little boys, her twin, two other sisters, a brother and both her parents.
I shall go to Lulworth again - it will remind me of her in good ways.
I think I will be able to sleep tonight.
If you have happy memories of your own, this is a good time to share them.
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Read My Name
For every child that has been born there is a chance to shine,
And everyone can have a dream until the end of time,
So live for every moment as the world keeps turning round,
And lift your hand up to the sky and say it loud and proud,
"I have been here, read my name, read my name!"
For every child that had been born there is a chance in life,
To try it all and be someone with what we have inside,
So don't give up and don't give in, just give it all instead,
And raise your voice above the crowd and let them know you've said
"I have been here, read my name, read my name;
With all I've got I've taken part, I've made a difference
To the world, I have been here, just read my name!"
Endlessly amazing and inventive that we are,
We dive the deepest oceans and we reach out to the stars,
And one day thre will be a man across the universe,
Who'll say "I come from Planet Earth" and these will be his words
"I have been here, read my name, read my name;
With all I've got I've taken part, I've made a difference
To the world, I have been here, just read my name!"
And when the darkness has to fall, and comes the end of days,
Then lift your hands up to the sky and say it once again...
"I have been here and I have taken part,
I've made a difference to the world,
I have been here, just read my name!"
(I have been here... just read my name)
(I've taken part... reach for the stars)
(Across the universe... we come from Planet Earth.)
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