It is here…
I’ve run circles around it. I’ve tried to ignore it. I’ve tried to bury it under a pile of comedy shows, in packs of crisps and sweets I’ve been consuming in excess these past few weeks. But oh, I know… I know it won’t go away unless I properly acknowledge it. THE PAIN. You see, this pain is not natural as natural has it. It is not natural for a child to die before his parent so even now, four years on, my instinctive response is to push this pain away. But I’ve learned that it will pounce on me then. Like a sneaky, vicious cat hiding in the shadows, it will come after me. Unless…unless I go for it first. Unless I drag it out of the shadows, expose it and my raw self to the light and say: “I am broken.” Four years ago, the most beautiful boy was born to me. And oh, so many dreams with him. But he was gone before any of those dreams took shape. And from time …