London Memories

June is drawing to a close, little sweetheart, and a flood of memories of our times together is washing over me.

Next month, I know I’ll be thinking especially of our trip with your family up the Oregon coast over the July 4th weekend. And just now, I’m thinking about our first trip to London together.

I was already there and you flew in a few days later, on your way to a wedding later that week down in Bournemouth and then coming back to London to stay on for another week or so, I asked Joy if you could stay there with me and she of course said yes. I’d had her make a set of silver rings for you, the twin to mine, to give to you as soon as you arrived.

And we spent the days together traveling around by Tube and by foot, down to The South Bank to see shows at The National and The Globe, having ice cream and walking hand in hand along the Thames, visiting the Tate and walking over the “Wobbly” bridge to St Paul’s. We went to Covent Garden and got tickets for a show at The Donmar and found the dance studio were you took classes when you lived there after Oxford.

We got late night groceries from the Sainsbury’s and took the train back to Kentish Town where I made dinner and a crumble for you. We slept together on the little trundle bed in the guest room and went for long walks on the Hampstead Heath.

They were some of the best days of my life and one night walking back across Tower Bridge I was so overwhelmed I started to cry. You just held me in your arms and said it was okay, and told me “don’t start missing me, yet - I’m right here”. 

Yes, my darling girl, yes. I know you are. I know you are right here, closer than I can even imagine. How I love you! Forever! Forever.