You were so very special…

Another poem we chose for Abi’s church service, read by another uncle. You were so very, very special And were so from the start We held you in our arms But mainly in our hearts. And like a single drop of rain That on still waters fall, Your life did ripples make And touched theContinueContinue reading “You were so very special…”

To a Butterfly (1801)

A poem we chose to be read at Abi’s church funeral service, read beautifully by one of Abi’s uncles. It was one we’d read to her in the past and reminded us of her. I’ve watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! indeed I know not if youContinueContinue reading “To a Butterfly (1801)”

Abi’s dragonflies

I’ve just been browsing an old computer file of Abi’s artwork… random stories, computer drawings and images saved over the years. How interesting to find a file called DRAGON FLYS. It was created on 9th February 2009 … wow … four years before Abi died. She would have been nine years old then. There’s noContinueContinue reading “Abi’s dragonflies”

And then our world fell apart

It is exactly a year ago today that Abi came downstairs looking pale and complained she felt really ill. Exactly a year since our world was turned upside down and inside out. I never really imagined what this day would be like, despite people telling me ‘all the anniversaries will be hard’. Anniversaries? Anniversaries areContinueContinue reading “And then our world fell apart”

Candles for comfort

I was never a big candle user before we lost Abi. Having young children meant we needed to keep hazards to a minimum, they were a luxury in that regard! So, they were used for special events only and the odd occasion when I took one of those ‘mummy time’ baths purely to relax andContinueContinue reading “Candles for comfort”

A grief observed… approaching the first anniversary

In this crazy first year as a grieving mother, I’ve learned an awful lot about bereavement. Far more than I expected to know at my age, having lost a child so suddenly. Just like many people, I was living in blissful ignorance of this feeling before my daughter died – oh, how I miss that!ContinueContinue reading “A grief observed… approaching the first anniversary”

Coming home without her

Having visited Abi in the hospital’s Rainbow Room, we had nothing more to do than to go home. We had vague plans in mind to contact a funeral director the next day to get things moving on her funeral, but no idea how this would come together. It all seemed too much. The hospital staffContinueContinue reading “Coming home without her”

Preparing to let her go…

Looking back, we were on a sort of auto pilot when we knew that Abi would die. Far from the panic and distress of her collapse at home, our situation was now more peaceful, with an element of tension. We could ask the consultant to turn off the life support machine when we were ready.ContinueContinue reading “Preparing to let her go…”