Thursday, September 24, 2009
Happy Birthday darling....
This time last year, he opened his presents, got on his bike, and roared away, strong, handsome, and the man of my dreams.
Last year, we got him a card, dice, lightsaber, cake, cuddles and love. This year, I don't even know where he is scattered to go and see him.
Last year, BG's teacher came up trumps again, where her mother hadn't bothered, and he had a piece of writing, emailed through, to say happy birthday. He never had an actual card from her. Now he never will.
Last year, we were happy. This year, I miss him so much I feel sick.
Shower, and on with the day. What else is there to do?