Footsteps

On Thursday we went to Lords in London to watch the first day's play between England and West Indies. Earlier today we went to Edgbaston with Al who is a member there to see Warwickshire play Leicestershire and win.
The last time Teapot and I went to Lords together we went with FLN. Unlike this visit we stayed overnight before going to the game to avoid the early start from home. I remember it was a cold and windy day and Teapot sat there with her umbrella up as a kind of windbreak even though there was no rain.
I took FLN to Edgbaston to see his first Test Match: England v Australia but he had already caught the cricket bug. Still seeing Beefy Botham send the first ball he received into the pavillion for 6 made a lasting impresssion. We were there again with Teapot a few years ago to see England play West Indies. He later became a member. He was there on 10 September.
We hear his footsteps in all sorts of places. Sometimes they are woven subtly almost imperceptibly into the daily music of life. They are never overtaken by the noise of the stronger beat which demands our attention in the hustle and bustle of the day. Other times the sound is strident and may come upon us unawares.
We heard his footsteps at the cricket. They echoed and mixed with the memories. Although they may remind us he is no longer there to share it all with us it is important that we can hear them.
We will always want to be in places where we can hear his footsteps.




