No words

I got up this morning and volunteered at parkrun.

Half way through proceedings I got the message that i was expecting/dreading and hoping might not happen.

It did though. A tiny little scrap of person who managed 17 days has utterly changed the world around him. He was so utterly loved and adored. I dont think I have fully processed it. Maybe I never will. My friend who also lost a child phoned me tonight and there was more weeping. There has been extensive weeping.



I will love little man Roarke for evermore. I will remember him. I will speak his name. He was strong and he was brave.

The photo in no way fits the words but I am hoping and trying against all odds to cling to the good bits of life in the hope that those who need it might be able to cling to me and not sink under the grief. This is dark, this is pain and I am trying to find a glimmer of light.