2 years ago today, 28th May 2015, we found out that Rory had died. Our world has been flipped upside down and hearts have been shattered since that day.
During the weekend before we lost Rory, we visited Lullingstone Country Park and walked along the river. This was the last place that us three all visited together and therefore the place is very special to us
On Rory’s first anniversary we visited the park and laid yellow roses into the river and watched them float down stream. The reason why we chose yellow roses is because we all dropped a yellow rose into his grave at his funeral.
This year we thought we would get a toy boat and write a message to Rory and let it float downstream as far it can go.
We put some artificial blue flowers on the boat and tied our message to Rory and dropped the boat in. Daddy thought I would be a good opportunity to play with his radio controlled boat.
Rory’s boat was gently trotting along the river nicely until it started to approach the first hazard. Daddy thought it would be a good idea to put his boat near the hazard so Rory’s boat wouldn’t get stuck.
Rory’s little boat soon passed the hazard a continued to float down stream. However, Daddy’s boat got caught up in the weeds and was stuck in the middle of the river.
So guess who had to take his shoes and socks off and wade into the river to rescue the boat, you’ve guessed it, silly Daddy. Meanwhile Rory’s boat continue to miss all the hazards and float down stream.
Daddy decided to not risk getting wet again and not put his boat back in. We walked along the bank and watched Rory’s boat continue its journey. It was very peaceful and relaxing watching the boat gently float along.
Eventually Rory’s little boat came right up to the side where we were standing and didn’t move. So we thought Rory wants us to take his boat back home and not leave it there.
So Daddy tried to lean over to pick, without falling in, the boat slowly started to move out of Daddy’s reach. Then when Daddy grabbed a tree to stop himself from falling in the boat moved closer to the edge. I think Rory was playing a trick on Daddy and trying to get him wet.
Eventually I was able to reach Rory’s boat and pulled it out. We went and sat on the same bench, two years previously, when Rory was with us and watched the world go by. Whilst sitting there we saw a Robin on the opposite bank looking at us, soon we saw a second Robin and later a third.
Despite all the noisy dogs and children we found it quite relaxing and peaceful and thought it was a nice way to mark the day and found it slightly easier than last year.
I’m already thinking about next year and thinking we may either try and organise a charity duck race or get a memorial bench somewhere along the footpath along the river.
Later in the evening we found out that my niece had a little girl this afternoon. It is really weird that on the same date that we found out Rory died, 2 years later our family is celebrating a life. However, we are relieved that my great niece wasn’t born on Rory’s Birthday.