I’m tired. I’m shattered. I want my baby back. I just think about what could have been. I think about what is. I try to be present in the moment and know Hamish is still walking through life bedside me.
It’s hard sometimes being a Mum to an angel. You try your best to get through each day. You try your best to see the light. You try your best to connect with your little one once they are gone. An old Work friend just confided in me that he lost his little girl at 39 weeks over ten years ago. He speaks to her everyday. This gives me hope knowing I can always talk to Hamish. This also gives me hope knowing our relationship will continue to grow year on year.
I love you little one. You are my special angel for life. I can’t imagine life without you.