Looking At Pictures

Andrew, Robert and I looking at a picture album


Andrew, Robert and Daddy

I remember a time when looking at pictures made me smile. I remember when the memories revisited through pictures brought pleasure, laughter and launching into stories of: “Do you remember when….”

Now when I look at pictures, I can hardly see them for the constant stream of tears that blind me.
Looking at that beloved face, smiling or not, but full of life and purpose. My amazing, handsome boy who had worked hard and had achieved so much, and with still so much potential ahead of him.
What caused this to happen? Why was there no one there to stop you?
I know that you didn’t realize the full impact that jumping would have on you and on us. No matter what anyone else may think or believe. I know it, I know it, I know it; a mother’s heart knows what others don’t.
It is hard to even be, without you. This new day stretches ahead of me, of your father, your brother and sister, and the best we can do, is to put one foot in front of the other, and take one step at a time.
But, Andrew…. my sweet bouncy Tigger? When will I see you again?”

We ALL love you.
Mummy

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