Andrew is dead!
I am as shell-shocked this morning as I was this time a year ago, when I got the news.
I have been up and down all night.
Shivering in my nightdress, I sat in the dark, in the kitchen, at four o’clock this morning.
“This is the time. Will there be anybody on duty at Bobst this time, and stop him going up?”
But my beautiful son is dead!
I am raw, bleeding, trembling, shaking, fearful…
Today I know what lies ahead of me, another long year without him.
Darling Andrew, the grief and sorrow of your loss are as fresh and sharp today as they were a year ago, and so is my love for you my darling child.
Neither tears, nor absence, neither time, nor distance have dimmed it.
Rest In Peace my love, Rest In Peace
La Tua Mamma
Andrew Edward Kirkley Williamson-Noble AKA Tigger