I have been working on this blog for a few days now, but I have been unsure as to whether to make it’s presence more widely known.
Whilst writing about loss is cathartic, sharing those thoughts feels a little like standing naked in the school yard. The internet can be a cruel place of faceless judgement, and whilst you might believe a bereaved parent to be held sacred, that is far from the truth.
Then I remembered the days after Xavier’s death by SIDS. I would scour the internet in the hopes of finding a story that reflected my own. I wanted to know that people lived through losing their children. That people found hope again. That grief would eventually become gentler. And I found some of those stories. And they did help. They let me know I wasn’t alone. They prepared me for the path ahead. I am grateful to those brave parents, who let their fears, dreams and hopes become words that others could grab onto. If I can count myself amongst their number, then that is enough.
So, with a great big gulp, I am going to plunge in and share my story with the world.