Dates are always important when you’re grieving and even though I try hard not to get on the anniversary train, it’s impossible not to think of ‘this time xx years ago’.
Abi died on 10th February 2013 aged 12 years old. I’ve posted before about the days leading up to us turning off her life support. We have four days of being reminded and also trying not to remember. But, in truth, this period of mourning starts much sooner than this. Of course, I think of Abi every day, but 26th January is a particular day that no one but me secretly remembers.
On that date, we celebrated as Abi finally graded for her black belt in kung-fu, something she loved and had worked hard for over four years.
On that date, I mourned the death of my baby… what would have been our fourth child. Continue reading