Nine years ago tomorrow. Eight versions of dealing with the day your child dies an unexpected and preventable death almost done now. I’m no longer flattened three, five, eight, twelve weeks before this day. Which is something. I was always baffled how Connor’s death day eclipsed his birthday.
I cook. That’s a constant. Cook and cry. I still can’t think about it though. That day. I just can’t. Or the day before. Nine years ago today.
This week I started to worry about churning the same static photo-based memories. About memories weakening. I notice his Shrek toy has been nibbled by moths. His clothes and other treasures so carefully packed away nine years ago look diminished, dated. Out of time. Once Lynx drenched t-shirts smell musty almost.
I think about our neighbour, Norah. In her 90s when we moved to our old house over twenty years ago. The first time I met her she told me about about her grandson who was 13 when he died. Picking his photo from a panoply of family photos on a side table to share and talk about. A school photo, cheeky face, uniform, promise, potential, life. I didn’t know how to think about or respond to what Norah told me. Then.
She was decades ahead of nine years. And still talking about him.
A mate mentions the closeness between Rosie, Will, Owen and Tom. And their partners. About the intensity of their love. Before and after Connor died. I look at photos. Including some from the lost day in London. A banger of a day in unexpected ways.
And breathe again.
I always think of Connor as American Independence Day dawns.
Sending love and best wishes for getting through today xx
Complex forever grief when a death didn’t need to be. Precious life stolen, snatched away by conceited, arrogant powers who make false claims they protect and care.
Sending hugs and solidarity. Your sharing,your raising awareness and shouting loud helps some of us more than you will ever realise. At moments in time I gift your book to those I think need to know the extent of the toxicity endemic in far too many settings. From the GP who is the MH rep on the CCG to the coroner and several in-between. Hoping that those being silent bystanders will use their voice and the power given to them. Thank you.
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Poignant, Sara, good to remember him even though so painful, love Jan