But then again, of course, we can be branded as well. Our children were not babies when they died.
That is what most people just don't get, about losing a child. From infancy to adulthood, they are your children. There's no qualification for the pain, it's beyond words.
When I see a photo like this, or read an interview of Mary Berry's, they are myself. A mother who has lost a child.
And I can't bring myself to give a gram of fuck for causing others discomfort for remembering that child. Others may be able to sweep it under the carpet, but in my case I think that would be doing a great disservice to her sibling who is old enough to remember her, and sending her a very poor message about what will happen to all of us.
I don't know what Kym Marsh, mother to a child born asleep, felt, but she consented to the photos, and you know, if I could sell our own story to raise awareness to others, I'd happily do it and donate every fucking penny to AML research and if people called me mawkish I wouldn't give a fat's rat's arse, I've seen the absolute worst, my dead child being lowered into the ground.
Because, since she died, just two months, two other girls have joined her.