Morning all, yes its stupid oclock. Keep waking up around 4am, am very much aware a girl needs her beauty sleep............cant believe its nearly the end of Oct............the days fly......would love to be given the gift of being to turn back the clock...........to live a period of my life again. Cant though can we.............sad. Next to me on my bedside table are three photos, Matthew, Mum and Dad. How can they be gone forever.........still seems unreal..........the three people in my life who are part of my blood, loved beyond anything I can describe.......so missed.......and needed, I need them to make me whole again. That's it, I feel like a jigsaw, pieces missing........you keep looking for them but you cant find them.............................never ever be complete, never whole again. I am not sitting here with tears running down my face, you think youll cry forever when you lose your child, but you dont, they dry up only to suddenly surprise you when you least expect it and that can make you feel guilty, like you have betrayed them, silly isnt it? But for me that's how it is, and against all the odds my heart beats on and his doesnt. Why? Why take him away, why wasnt he given the chance to have lived lifes ups and downs, to have sat up in his bed one day wondering where his life has gone, to have experienced time flying by? Its cruel............painfully cruel. I am not here in a state, I am quite calm, but these are the thoughts that live forever in my head. These are the words I can type, see them in black and white, study them......get them out in the open........be able to talk about Matthew in the only way I can now because in the waking hours it wont happen. Dh never ever ever talks to me about him, Mum, Dad not here to go to to say "oh Mum I miss him", my brothers as much as I love them never mention his name, friends the same............and yet I know its not that they have forgotten him, they are still afraid they will upset me. Maybe they will, but I want him to still be part of us all, not spoken of feels unnatural to me.........so that's how it is.........and I cant change it. I am here in this totally quiet house.........and sleeping in their beds are my children who gave me my life back and I love them. Just wish wish wish he was here to help me guide them, to laugh and play with them...........I wish they didnt have to grow up with my sadness, with my fear of anything happening to them, seeing them hurt, even James losing his tooth it all hurts and worries and upsets me. A thought has just occurred to me.............if I had written this down and sent it to some agony aunt in the paper I bet she would reply and say I need counselling, it would help. Maybe it would, but all the counselling in the world is never going to give me back the only thing that will make me whole again, it wont. But .........you are here, you dont judge me, tell me it will get better, you "listen" and let me say all these things I cant in the waking hours and that is like holding my hand when I need someone to............I dont know what I would do without this place we all share, you know Shabs and I are life long/ joined at the hip friends in all this, she is wonderful, special, funny. I am forever thankful she wrote that first letter, its stlll here Shabs in my hidden box of things I treasure.
So endeth my sermon for today...............I suppose I had better get the trolley out, you lot will be up soon, full English or Continental? xx