If heaven had a phone ...

Last week I went to see my GP, just for a check up as I collected another prescription for my anti-depressants. I've come to terms with my little pills now although my doctor knows I am keen to stop taking them as soon as possible. We'll review that in 2 months!

While walking home I passed some new houses. There is quite an estate now where there were once allotments. I saw curtains and blinds up at the windows, cars in the driveways, signs of life.

When Andrew died, not yet 2 years ago, these houses weren't even built!

It reminded me of a poem I wrote back in March last year, my one sided conversation with Andrew telling him our news. I mentioned the new houses under construction.

Some people talk to their deceased relatives, and I don't mean through a medium or anything like that, just everyday ordinary conversations but I don't tend to do that. I only ever SHOUT at Andrew when something has gone wrong that he could have fixed!

But maybe I should write an up-dated poem of the things I would tell him now if he could telephone me from heaven like he used to ring me from the oil rig...

(words in italics are what Andrew would say to me in every phone conversation)

Anything else?

Thought I’d write

                Just to let you know

I’m doing fine

Well, as well as can be expected

                                                I suppose

                                Anything else?

The days are getting brighter

The sun has been quite warm

Everything is growing

                But I miss the sound of you on your “tractor” mowing the lawn

                                Anything else?

The shower’s still dripping

Sometimes it sounds like rain

But I got one problem fixed

Did you know we had blocked drains?

                                Anything else?

I know you’d rather hear the “gossip”

But there’s not a lot to say

                                Anything else?

I can tell you of my walk

And what I spied along the way

Those new houses by the school

What was the last you saw?

Roof trusses sit like skeletons now

In a line of four

And you know the “home” beside them?

Was your Dad there for a while?

It’s all knocked down!

The stunning view would really make you smile

                                Any post?

On some days there’s a big pile

And on others there is none

Lots of paperwork to sort out

And more filing to be done

                                How are the boys?

The boys?  On the computer

Still shouting very loud

Good reports from school though

Made me feel quite proud

                                How are you?

Me?  I told you.

Yes I’m fine

and you think fine’s - OK

Not much else to report

I’ll write again another day

                Anything else?

No just this little snapshot

Of what’s been going on

And how our lives continue

Even though you’ve gone…