When Luke was born, for three years I thought that one child was enough. When our second boy arrived, for two years I thought two children were enough. At the age of forty when our third child, a girl, was born I almost immediately thought about having another child but after careful consideration realised three […]Read More Two is not enough!
The French say it so much better..tu me manques – you are missing from me! It is 25872 hours since you have been missing from me Luke. I have not thought of you every single hour that you have been gone, nevertheless, I have felt that you have gone in the very core of my […]Read More Tu me manues
The world outside becomes a scary place when you are broken and no longer sure of who you are anymore. Once away from the comfort and security of home – anything can happen and at first frequently did. Each of us has a tale to tell as we fled back home wondering, ‘How come I […]Read More Scary Place
When Luke moved back home with us to our two bedroom lodge in early December 2015 we were sorely short of space for his belongings. He was not a hoarder and after several accommodation moves and an adventure of working in Cyprus, he had very few possessions. He like quality items but was not overly […]Read More Renovation
Those words…”Luke’s dead” created a gulf, a gaping chasm between me and parents who have never heard those words. I have caring people around me who willingly walk along the bridge that separates us but there’s a gap on the bridge that they cannot negotiate, no matter how they try. I do not want them […]Read More The Gulf
Title from Stephen Bishop “A Fool at Heart” – worth a listen. There are times when you know that life changed forever…one of those times was late afternoon 17th June 2016 when we were told Luke was dead. That is the date on his death certificate but in my heart I know it was early […]Read More There’s a million heartbeats out here in the dark…
“One day the colours will come back” – Watercolour by Keith J C Lavelle A mother’s grief, it seems, is easier to feel empathy with – somehow everyone can key into it. Scenes of wailing mothers at gravesides as their child is lowered to their final resting place is a stab at anyone’s heart strings […]Read More Hierarchy of grief..