Saturday 18th April
I really am at a loss today in knowing what to write. Do I continue to write about you every single day? Or is it ok if I miss a day or two? It doesn’t mean I love you any less, nor that my grief is subsiding.
In reality, I miss you desperately, every waking moment I’m thinking of you. There are pictures of you everywhere. Reminders of you all over the house.
Will we ‘move on’ without you? No, I don’t think so. You are always going to be in our lives, one way or another.
The cemetery was really cold and windy today, and a small pot of tulips that my sister had placed at your grave had blown over. So we positioned some more stones around the base to keep it upright. I didn’t hear any songbirds this morning either. But it was peaceful there, and we spoke to you about your brother’s birthday yesterday, and how you would have liked his birthday cake.
Sleep tight my darling son.
We love and miss you.
To the moon and back.
And all the world.