6 months on
It has now been half a year since my firstborn joyful boy died. Life for myself, his dad and identical twin brother has since then been...
Smell the coffee
Tender sips of hot coffee I attempt to wake up Pick the crust from my tear ducts Tongue nudges over the sides of my mouth Small intimate...
Look back and learn, look forward and grow
Look back and learn, look forward and grow Wise advice at a time I’m not sure where to go Or what to do, or who I am But it’s advice from...
A heartfelt thanks
For a long time now, I’ve been meaning to formally thank the wonderful team on the pediatric intensive care unit at the Royal London...
Negative space
Incomplete, lacking, without Scenes and frames with missing parts Family photos, the pram, the cot Negative spaces filling our hearts...
A cynic's analogy: faith in crisis
You’re sat opposite someone you’ve come to know and love. Talking openly and honestly, learning from their wisdom and being inspired by...
From one heartbroken parent to another
I was sad to receive an email from a man who had come across my blog after he and his wife had recently suffered a similar bereavement to...
In the sky
My son is in the sky In its colours and tones In it’s clouds and stars and movement In the sunset and its glow My son is in the water...
3 months: before and after
It happened unexpectedly - much sooner than we’d thought Though in theory we knew the risks, understood it might And changed our lives...
Grief is a bitch
In my last post, I touched on the stress that going out has become for me since our world flipped and we entered the ‘after’ phase of...