My oldest son Jack was born prematurely 26 years ago today... He lived for only two hours... Not a day goes by that I don't think of him...
Mum and I went to his grave today.. He's buried in our family plot in the grounds of the church where his Dadda and I got married. We chose a spot next to my Grandads brother and sister who died when they were children...
😔 😔 😔
So many lovely friends on Facebook all over the world have candles lit...
I often wonder what he would be doing now.. Would he be married? Would I be a Granny by now... His brother wanted to be home tomorrow and we were going to his grave together but Tier 4 put the kybosh on that...