Tuesday 24th March

And still the waiting continues. The coroner’s report. It’s been twelve long days without you here. We’re missing your voice, the noises around the house, your music, television programmes, books on the floor. Every single thing about you. Now they’re just memories.

It is all so still, like a desolate no-man’s-land. The waiting. For what? A phone call, a letter, a reason, an explanation. Where did it all go so wrong? You fought so hard to beat this disease.

We had so much planned when the chemotherapy was over. Building up your strength and health so you could start enjoying the fun things of life again.

But now all that we are planning is a funeral; the hymns, prayers, poems, flowers…. But, we do not have a date. And that is so desperately sad.

Our son. Our Angel. Taken much too soon.

We miss you more than words can say xxx