Just one more minute

All I ask is for just one minute more, I could tell you that I miss and hold you close to my heart. How about, just an hour more, I could watch you once again, keeping you warm and safe, all I need just a day more, to let you know how I feel and keep you close to my heart. What about just a month, we could look into our soles and play, Can I just have a year, to do all the things we should have done, I need a lifetime and that still won’t be enough time.

Still feeling a little flat

I’m still feeling a little flat, I just can’t shake off this feeling. I guess I’m missing you each day and know that only time is keeping us apart and one day we will be together once more forever. Nothing in the world can make things better and no words will ease the pain. My little boy you will always be in my heart and will never leave my thoughts. So for this short time play with the angels and sleep tight until we can hold each other close once more. I long for us to be together, missing you Daddy xx

The Great North Run

Today I ran the Great North Run for my little man, it somehow felt flat because I entered the ballot while he was with us and when he passed away, I knew I needed to do it for him. I wanted so much for him to be proud of his daddy and now its over, I am missing him more than you can ever imagine, the hurt and feeling of loss is ever present and nothing I can do will make this feeling go away. Each step I took I tried to run for him, each face I saw in the crowd, I wanted them to know how much I missed my little man. Thanks to anyone who sponsored me for the run, I would also like to thank BFC for allowing the printing of the shirts. My little man, I miss you so much. I know that mummy also

Getting ready for the Great North Run

I’m still trying to tell the world but feels no-one is listening, I sent George's story to the race organisers but doubt they will use it. sometime I feel I’m bashing my head against a wall, does anyone know why there is a wall of silence around SIDs, is it to close to home and people would rather bury their heads in the sand.

The time is still ticking on

I’m still trying to tell the world but feels no-one is listening, I sent George's story to the race organisers but doubt they will use it. sometime I feel I’m bashing my head against a wall, does anyone know why there is a wall of silence around SIDs, is it to close to home and people would rather bury their heads in the sand.

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