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 wish you was with us and we both still shed a tear or two when the other one isn’t looking