2 phone calls
1 set of flowers
year two is much lonelier than year one.
I can't expect people to remember, and honour him as I do each year.
I can't expect people to feel sorry for me on this day, forever.
In a way, I'm glad people don't feel sorry for me.
In a way, I wish they would.
I just wish this wasn't something that I even had to think about.
Why can't I live in ignorant bliss too?
Today marks two years since Noah's death. Actually it was exactly 2 years ago to the hour that he was sent to Sick Kids hospital- noone thought he would die. Then... 12 hours later, he was dead.
From this - blowing bubbles!(24 hours before he died)
To this (as we said goodbye)Beautiful, Loved, Wanted - in both pictures.
Beautiful, Loved, Wanted- still
I love you forever Noah.