Saturday 6th June
Every single day, without fail, without exception, we have stood at your graveside. Sixty days of waking up, and facing a future without you. Sixty days of sadness, pain and tears. Our lives were intertwined: you needed us, and we needed you.
When we visit, we talk, we tell you what’s going on, we tend the flowers and touch your cross, hoping to feel your presence. Most often an aeroplane or two flies overhead, and we imagine you, off on your travels, having fun in theme parks, swimming pools or shopping malls.
Every day I think what it would be like if you were still here with us. Planning our summer holiday, thinking about which book to buy, or where to go at the weekend.
I miss holding your hand. I miss our morning cuddles. I miss saying goodnight to you. I miss putting out your clothes in the morning. I miss squeezing out the toothpaste for you. I miss having to cut your nails. Little things. That mean so much when I can no longer do them for you.
Thirty years old, with Asperger Syndrome, and then Testicular Cancer. We tried so hard to do the very best for you. To care for you, to fill your life with fun and adventure, to love you unconditionally.
But in the end we couldn’t save you. And sixty days ago we buried you. And it just doesn’t seem right.
Dearest Angel son xxxxx
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
So sorry for your loss. I know what you mean about waking up every morning and reliving it. It’s so painful to keep remembering. Thank you for posting this, it helped me. Much peace and comfort to you…
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Thank you for your kind thoughts and for stopping by.
May you find strength within yourself in the days to come x
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“In Latin the meaning of the name Frank is: meaning from France, or free one.” I like that… “free one.”
Did you ever call him Frankie? 🙂
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Hi. Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to read my post.
Didn’t know about the meaning ‘Free one’. I like that very much.
And yes, we often called him Frankie, or Frankie Dude, or Frankie Doodles.
xx
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I am so sorry for your loss! Losing one’s child must be such an unbearable, painful wrenching, and your son’s special needs making it even more unthinkable and yet it happens. Thanks for following my blog.
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Thank you for your kind message.
Our son meant the world to us.
We are finding it so hard to be without him.
x
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Loss is so personal and individual but simultaneously universal. I understand what it is to grieve and I’m sorry that you lost your son Frank. No parent should ever have to bury a child. May your tears and sorrow eventually lead you to peace.
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Thank you for your comforting words.
Frank’s passing has left us with such heartbreak. But the memories are so precious.
x
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