Last Sunday was Jessica’s ninth birthday – the third birthday that we have had to mark without her. Special days, anniversaries and milestones are always very emotional days, but we try to find ways of remembering Jessica that allow for smiles as well as sadness. It is becoming a tradition now to mark Jessica’s birthday… Read More
Darling Jessica, Today is your ninth birthday. Nine years old. How grown-up that sounds. I wonder what you would be like at nine years old. What kind of things would you like doing, what books would you be reading, what would you have hoped to be opening in your birthday presents today? Today we would… Read More
After more than five months of having Sophie at home, going back to school has been a bit of a shock to the system. It feels very quiet in the house without Sophie home during the day. Thomas is missing having his big sister around to play with him. The night before school… Read More
The evenings are drawing in and summer is drawing to a close. As the days get shorter, the end-of-summer sadness descends. Autumn is nearly upon us. I know a lot of people love autumn. For me though, autumn is never welcomed. Autumn is thrust upon me no matter how much I’d love to hold it… Read More
Summer days are for family time outdoors together. Making the most of the longer days, the sunshine and warm weather. Going out on adventures together; watching the children having fun together. Days full of laughter; full of play; full of fun. Summer days are bittersweet and filled with memories. As I watch Sophie and Thomas… Read More
One of the hardest things about living life without Jessica, is the merciless passing of time that takes us further and further away from our life with Jessica. Early on in this grief journey, I wrote that “time doesn’t heal, it hurts” and two years on from that, I still stand by that statement. Time… Read More
Today Sophie is 6 years, 7 months and 8 days old. The exact age that Jessica was on the day she died. Today Sophie is the same age that Jessica will always be; tomorrow, she will become my eldest child. Not my first-born, but my eldest. Overtaking her big sister. The little sister will become… Read More
