Wonderful friends wrote our boys name in the sand, in Cornwall. I cried when I saw it, that they’d thought of him enough to remember him that way. I cried when I understood, for the first time, that *this* is what my many friends who have children who have died feel. This despair. This pain, where everything else feels impossible and pointless (because it does feel like that, in this world where we’re I’m just meant to continue on without my boy).
I cried when I realised that other people will miss him too, and his world was so much bigger than just me. I’m crying in mud kitchens and in Nando’s and in corners behind doors. This time is just… what even is time right now? Despair and decimation with the mundane of having to just *continue on*
Oh KaiKai, my beautiful beautiful boy. We miss you so much 💔 from Instagram: https://instagr.am/p/C_iw39gIl7e/
