Love

The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son)

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Sunday 13th March

“Some people care too much.
I think that’s called love.”
~ Winnie the Pooh

On this morning, last year, we awoke to a still, empty, quiet, lifeless, joyless house.
We hadn’t really slept, just managed a few fitful naps, between the sobs and complete disbelief as to what had just happened to our family.

This is what I had written for 13th March 2015. It is the first time I have re-read it since that day……..

“Empty. Numb. Heartbroken. Lost.

Our son is gone.

The house is quiet.

But everywhere there are reminders of him.

Not least the Get Well cards, 30th Birthday cards, and soon to be joined by the sympathy cards.

Mid-morning there is a knock on the door. It is the postman.

There is a box containing a bouquet of pink and white carnations.

My son had arranged with my mother-in-law to have them…

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