I have been thinking about this little chap a lot this weekend. I think of him daily but sometimes he consumes my thoughts, despite my intentional busy-ness .
It’s almost nine years since he was born and died and the grief can feel as raw now as it was then. It is something a parent never recovers from and, at this time of year, I struggle with not planning a birthday party or buying birthday presents along with always missing his presence in our house. There will always be a space where he should be, that will never leave us.
I can remember feeling his skin and hair and I remember his smell – it’s not something we get over and despite the pain of grief I am glad because that would mean he was never here and he means too much to me for that.