I know I've been a bit quiet these past few weeks. It feels strange, but with everything that's been going on, I haven't known what to write. It's the first time since Bear's death where I've been a bit lost for words.
I will explain when I have a bit more time.
But I'm here, and I still need and love all of your support.
This weekend it will be six months since our lovely boy was born sleeping. We are having a service for him and placing his ashes in the grounds of my parents' house in Suffolk. We've chosen a beautiful tree to plant in his memory.
Despite all the bad news of recent weeks, it's Bear we keep coming back to. He should be here. Laughing at his silly parents. Not being remembered with a tree and a slate plaque.
If only, if only...