I love you, little boy. We didn't get long enough, or enough cuddles, or to get to know each other properly, but you are loved. Loved by all of us. In all sorts of ways. Sleep well little boy. Happy birthday.
2 years since we said goodbye.
We took our grief to Audley End, a place I carried Freddie secretly one hot late summer day 2 1/2 years ago. Walked the same grass, trod the same paths. We are not the same 6 as then. We are not even 6. We are a family who count ourselves in measured phrases and appropriate […]