I don't feel strong. I feel so small in this huge world, like me and my life and my hopes and my fears mean nothing to anybody. I can see life passing by and I just feel stuck. I don't know how to move forward anymore. I don't know how I'm supposed to be able to have a life where my son isn't.
I keep trying - I get up in the morning, I get ready, I go to work, I make meals, I see friends. And all of it rarely with a genuine smile on my face. As much as I wish I could be the person I was before all of this, I don't know how to be her. I can't be her. Because the person I was before this didn't have a son. Her son didn't die.
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Finley Arthur Sissons 23/03/2012 - 26/03/2012