My beloved husband, Kent, died in January 2012, 3 years after diagnosis of a brain tumour. Our son was 2 1/2 and our daughter 3 months old. He and I were far too young. I am now hurtling through the black space of life without him.

Wednesday, 18 April 2012


I'm sitting on the kitchen floor playing with the little guy and I look at his arms where freckles are beginning to appear and I think they are going to look just like his Daddy's arms, and I am absolutely suffocated by the fact that Kent will never see the little guy's arms looking like his and their arms will never again lay side by side. Suffocated.

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