I wake up and momentarily orientate myself. I’m in bed. Daylight. Car door slamming. A bus passing on the London Road. Must be morning
And then I remember all over again. LB is dead.
mydaftlife
the funny stuff that happens
I wake up and momentarily orientate myself. I’m in bed. Daylight. Car door slamming. A bus passing on the London Road. Must be morning
And then I remember all over again. LB is dead.
mydaftlife 
Sara, these really are the worst of times. When my son died last July, I would wake up every single morning for months to the renewed shock that he was dead. Like a sledgehammer to the chest, It could make me sit up in bed and gasp. In time, it becomes gentler, even though it never seems it will xxxx
I came across your blog via a link reading another disability blog, I am the mother of two special need youngster, they will be 18 next week. (twins) Your boy, sounds just like one of my daughters, infact believe it or not I call her Laughing Girl , What has happened to your family is my worst nightmare come true, as I know that someday one of my daughters will have to be cared for 24/7 by the so called “care system” My heart breaks for you, for your family and friends and most of all for your lovely son. I can’t express myself with words, there will be no words that could comfort you at this time anyway, but from one Mum of a special kid to another I just want to reach out to you and send you my love.