Turning 5 years old is a milestone, for both you and I, Cacia. You should be: causing mayhem and chaos with your sister and brother; turning our home upside down; almost half way through your first year of big girl school; in swimming lessons; have your first bestest friend; be excited about birthday parties, presents … Continue reading Milestone…
5 years ago today, I was told the news. ‘I’m sorry, there is no heartbeat, your baby has died’. 5 years ago today, I told my husband this news on the phone. 5 years ago today, I listened as my husband told my mum, my sisters, my brother, his mum, his dad that our baby … Continue reading Journey…
...it doesn’t have to be big, you dont have to know the right words, just be there with them. Offer what you can, that’s manageable to you...
It was so easy to say... give up this year ... The reality is different...
I don’t believe in NY resolutions, but .... I am reminded of how important it is that I tell him how much I appreciate him and how well he is doing as a father and husband, he is after all our Rock.
I haven’t posted for quite some time, for many reasons, I don’t feel as grief stricken as I once did, life has gotten busy, in reality I haven’t had something I want to say. I do now. It’s strange how one throw away comment knocks you off kilter. Reminds you of why you started writing, … Continue reading ‘The baby’…
Over my 35 years, I have learnt a variety of things about myself, but the 6 main ones that I have learned have all happened in the last 4 years following your death. They have taught me how adaptable I am, how strong I can be despite my doubts, how no matter how lost I … Continue reading What I have learnt on this journey….
