A couple more photos from the reunion held at Robert and Bridget's home in Carshalton, South London
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I'm Gordon - now commonly know as Bumpa instead of grandpa !
Cai off to pre-school - already !
The musings, news and images of Gordon Poultney in Zambia
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Bumpa - May 2011
I'm Gordon - now commonly know as Bumpa instead of grandpa !
Cai September 2011
Cai off to pre-school - already !
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It's been too blisteringly painful to dabble into Gordon's posts and pictures until now.
As the Arctic Season is now numbingly cold (-60 degrees C), I yearn for the warmth of Gordon's touch. With such kindness, he picked up household duties and brought thoughtful gifts home from his travels. That he held hurt buried deep inside him remains a genuine mystery to me. I still choose to believe that he shared the best of himself with me and then moved on to share that same 'best' with Simon. For a long time, years actually, I could sense his presence, the lift of my fringe off my forehead. I could feel his annoyance when the animals leapt onto the furniture. Now he is gone. I am grateful that he has found something more important to do. I am left with endearing Facebook messages from Dave, who updates me on family gatherings and delight-filled travels. I've been supremely grateful for that hand-holding. In my office, I keep an array of Gordon's photographs close enough to touch. I feel connected and inspired by this family: the truly beautiful Jen, Bronwen and the terrifying Motorbike Maven. Then, there's Cai. What a GREAT family. So, let me thank you, Gordon, for leaving this souvenir for me to find. A treasure trove of all that is right in the world. I'm glad you are not here to struggle though this pandemic because you would worry yourself silly about everyone else. Those family get-togethers that your 'tribe' does, on an epic-basis, continue, Dave tells me, and those celebrations will erupt even more expressively again, like Spring flowers after a desert sprinkle of rain, soon as the last vaccination is in place. I'm sorry you never met my daughter. She's like me: an Optimist and stubborn; worthy of being loved. And grateful for being well loved, like me. So, Gordon, I see, in retrospect, how carefully you took care of me. How you made sure that soothing memories would linger and inspire me to pick through life's gifts in order to share them with you. I still babble on, when out on the land, describing the exquisite sweeps of colour and the brave birds who swoop and charge at my dogs. We've been through several Seasons now and it reminds me always of your eye for detail, your need to get out and experience the weather. We've grown together. You've taught me so generously about what really matters and how to hold dear what IS dear. I know that in finding Simon, you will have acquitted yourself graciously. I honour your choice. No, I am not happy about it. But I respect it. For your family meant more to you than anything. That light guides ME today. You brought me the wonder of the Universe; forcing my head over the lip of my books. You gave me a whole different experience of life. I still dance in the moonlight. Let your family know that the time we shared was precious beyond measure. In the depths of their Souls they, too, have this extraordinary gift of loving this great Poultney family. I feel privileged to have watched their great camaraderie from the edges. It's a good legacy: Mama Edith. May blessings continue to enrich your futures.
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