Every time I have thought about writing a post, I never know where to begin. I can't seem to make head nor tail of my thoughts at the moment and am struggling more with no sense of clarity.
I was chatting to a friend, a bereaved daddy, around the time of the Hillsborough Anniversary, about how I feel a sense of weight on my shoulders and could feel the boys around me quite a lot. There never felt a true reason why. There were a lot of possibilities.
I'm still 'active' in the heart community and a dear little boy who I had the pleasure of meeting in November, finally got his heart transplant that he had been waiting approx. 206 days for. It's devastating that another family have had to lose their child, and selflessly give life to other people. This little boy has struggled post transplant and I was fearful he wouldn't make it. It's tough when it's not another name on the screen but someone I have met and followed. He is starting to respond, and like Charlie, doing everything in his own way and at his own pace.
The boys gained a new friend in Heaven this last week. A friend lost their 13 month old grand-daughter - she went to bed one night, and never woke again.
It's made me even more paranoid about Princess. I already get fretful if I think too much about cancer, meningitis and now simple infections too?
Ending on a positive note, I've had a bit of a makeover! LOL!
