Death, where is your sting?
Our precious boy is gone. Gone home to be with his Heavenly Daddy. We will miss him every moment of every day. We won’t be complete without him. At the table. On holidays. While Tesco shopping. On school runs. In the quietness of the night. In the busyness of the day. He will be the piece forever missing from our hearts. We are relieved he is no longer in pain. These last couple of weeks we witnessed what no parent should ever witness. The slow disappearance of our bright and happy boy behind a veil of pain and morphine-induced, heavy dreams. The light slowly extinguishing from a baby who LOVED life. The burial of our dreams and hopes for a future which should have included him. Mourning the loss of “how it could have been.” People wrote to me expressing their anger. At the unfairness of the situation. At life. At God. But just like I explained in simple words to Emma, I will try and help you understand our view on things. Emma …