It’s been just over 2 months since we lost our beautiful 14 month baby boy Reggie to a type of Meningitis. The first few weeks from his passing my partner and I moved about a lot because it was too painful to be at home, with the funeral preparations and various coroner reports and meetings we where busy in a horrible kind of way.
Now we are both trying to get back to work and do life without Reggie…everyday I wake up with a broken heart knowing he’s not here or I don’t have to go to his room and get him out of his cott. I’ve heard and continue to hear “that time will make it easier” but I’m not sure this feeling will ever go, it maybe a case of trying to live with it. I’m finding it increasingly more difficult to except that I’ll have to live my whole life (I’m 34 years old) without Reggie in it, I feel like my hopes and dreams for him and I have been taken away and what’s in front of me will never be as bright with him not in it. Loosing a child is so unnatural and cruel.
I’ll carry on because I have to, for my partner and my friends and family.