Dear Sebastian, It’s been five years almost to the last moments I felt you move. I can’t remember at what stage you last moved. Was it late evening on the 25th of September 2014 or in the early hours of … Continue reading
Dear Sebastian, It’s been five years almost to the last moments I felt you move. I can’t remember at what stage you last moved. Was it late evening on the 25th of September 2014 or in the early hours of … Continue reading
I wasn’t expecting to feel like this. Wake up the days prior to my son’s death and birth with nightmares crisscrossing. Not just nightmares about my son dying. But other nightmares in there as well. Interweaving. Making me feel totally … Continue reading
It’s another year almost since your untimely death and I find myself screaming in my pillow. Screaming angry tears of regret. I wish to the heavens that you did not have to die Sebastian. I miss you so unbelievably much … Continue reading
I’m recovering from a severe migraine attack. This last one lasted 48 hours in total. I remember going to work, vaguely remember that my colleague took me home. I had a blinding headache. I should not have dragged myself to … Continue reading
Last week Thursday I came full circle on the Isle of Wight. I’ve lived here for a year now plus a few days. I didn’t think I was going to last on the island. I thought I’d leave. I thought … Continue reading
Dear Mommy, I know how hard life has been for you in the last year, and how hard you’ve tried to fight through each battle, and through each storm. Believe it or not you’re doing better than you think you … Continue reading
Dear Sebastian, I often feel like I’ve got to write to you as if you’re an almost 5-year old. But someone recently told me that I don’t have to write to you like this. That I can write to you … Continue reading
I remember the first day I met you. Sitting in that car in a bay somewhere on the edge of the Isle of Wight. Not knowing what lay waiting for me. When we met in April – was it really … Continue reading
Anxiety is like a tidal wave. It comes like rapids. Like the tides that suck in and out. Lately my life seems to be controlled by the tidal wave of anxiety. One moment I feel ok. The next I am … Continue reading
Dear Sebby, It has been a long while since I last wrote to you. I miss you and I love you more than you will ever know. Lately, I’ve been thinking about you more than I normally would. More than … Continue reading