The exclusive club



Saturday 22nd August

It really is an exclusive club that we have joined.
And no, no-one asked if we wanted to become part of it.
The price is unbelievably high.
This is not the natural order of things. A parent isn’t supposed to bury their child. Never, ever did we think we would be members of this club.
And once you’ve joined, you’re there for the rest of your life.

The life that you once knew is no more. The plans you were making have disintegrated into a million pieces.
Your path has been ripped up and you’re transported to a parallel time, placed on a new road, but you just don’t know which way to go. The fog hasn’t cleared. There are no signposts. You want to move, but you’re unsure of the direction.

We’re caught.
Between before and now.
Between there and here.
Between past and present.
Between then and next.

Small steps.

We have memories.
And they are incredibly precious.
Thirty lovely years worth of memories.

Missing you so much.
Beloved son.
Angel child.



9 responses »

  1. So very, very unfair, sad, wrong and crushing. But this poem and YOUR spirit, continue to live, and brighten this world in ways you may not even know. Words fail. I wish I could hug you. Pls know that. My heart to you my friend. Xx

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