Obituary!

Today would have been my sons birthday. This is not going to be a weepy post. Enough years have gone by since he died.....this a day to remember !
Just getting him into the world sound in wind and limb was a test.
A pre eclampsia pregnancy meant that I’d been in hospital for months before the birth.
I now know that I was very lucky to actually take home a live baby.
Persuading the doctors in the hospital that he and I could survive outside their care took a lot of pleading.
I’d been institutionalised! Several months lying about, not even allowed to read had made me a very dull but truculent patient. I suspect they were glad to be rid of me!
I just needed to get my boy home!
I succeeded...
He was fifty when he died. I had teased him on his birthday, telling him that it downhill all the way from there....
I’d given him my house in Portscatho so that he’d be around in my old age.
He loved it...and I saw much more of him in his last year than I had for years.
I still miss him but there are quite a few others I also miss.
Explaining my various losses to people who don’t know me is quite hard work so I mostly don’t.
I just say that I have no children. And this is true but today I will remember my boy...the struggle I had to bear him to term and the huge joy of getting him home.
Rest in peace my lovely boy.....I am not far behind you now.....


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