Sorry, I am on a bit of a roll tonight and have lots to say as there is lots of stuff floating around in my head.
I realised this week that M is now older than C will ever be. It's a really odd feeling, and I'm not really sure how I feel about it.
I have never felt the need for counselling, but for some reason I have an inkling that I will need to in the next few years. I don't know why I feel like this tbh, I can't explain it. DH and I talk a lot and aren't afraid to tell each other what we're thinking/feeling, so I don't bottle up anything (well, not much anyway), but I just feel that in the future that won't be enough.
It interesting what Abi said about being defined. I defo feel defined by C's death, not just in other people's attitudes, but in my own. Quite truthfully I feel part of me died the day that C died and that I have changed. To most people I am no different, but I feel it and I can't quite explain how.
Although I don't feel like I'm walking around with a neon sign on my head anymore. I remember that feeling very well. I felt like an empty shell with a fuck off huge sticker on my forehead saying 'my son has just died'. It was such a huge huge thing that had happened to us that I felt it must be blatantly obvious to people what had just happened - even strangers in the street.
Sounds like a lovely dream everlong. I had a dream about C the other night actually. I didn't see him as such but I knew he was there, mucking about with his brother
Night night ladies, sleep well. I'm off to my bed soon xxx