I can’t believe that it is two years already since my wonderful husband died after falling from cliffs. It all still seems so close. How can it be that that amount of time has passed?
This morning I took flowers to the cemetery where my husband’s ashes are; pink and orange chrysanthemums. He wasn’t one to stick to dull shades and they reminded me of the colours of some of the shirts and jumpers that he used to wear. After arranging the flowers, cleaning the stone and standing in the drizzle thinking for a while, I drove to the headland where he died. It was sill cloudy and drizzling heavily, unlike two years ago when it was a lovely sunny day; perfect for taking photos. After parking the car I walked up the pathway, carrying the roses and rose petals that I had picked, from my garden, earlier in the morning. No one was around as I walked towards the cliffs. Soon after my husband’s death a gate was put near the end of the path leading to the cliffs. It says ‘Danger of Falling’ and is padlocked shut. Last year I climbed over the gate but this year I decided it was easier to climb the rocks at the side of the gate and go around. Once past the gate I climbed up the rocky track that leads over a rocky outcrop then drops down towards the cliff edge. Last year my son was with me. This year I was completely alone.
My husband and I used to love this place. We used to think it was one of the most beautiful places along the coast. This morning I felt almost scared as I walked closer to the edge. Walking near any cliffs is quite difficult for me know. They frighten me and yet at the same time have a strange draw. Once I had got as close to the edge that my husband fell from as I could, I placed the lovely yellow roses that I had cut earlier onto the rocks. I then scattered the red and white rose petals that I had gathered over the cliff edge. I stood for a while in the increasingly heavy drizzle with thoughts of my lovely husband, the life we had had together and what had happened going through my head. I will never know exactly what happened that day and I still find it hard to believe that it could have happened. How could he have just gone out one day with his camera and never come home?