Flood of memories

Twenty three years ago, I met you for the first time.

I’ve loved you ever since, Call-Call.

Missing you hasn’t changed, and neither has the grief.

It comes flooding back with every photo and memory.

As do the tears…..

This day, your birthday, unlocks the pain every year.

The wonderful birthdays spent at the cottage.

And it stings even more this year, because I can’t be with Baba Coach and Papa.

I know they are feeling it today too.

As are so many other people who love you very much.

I feel as if I have nothing new to add, no great insight to share, about this grief journey.

Only to say that it continues, and I know now that it always will.

The Callum-size hole in my heart is still there.

And will be, for life.

Love you Call-Call!

xo Mom