8 years, almost to the hour, since we bid our little butterfly goodbye.
All the advice in the world does not prepare you for how much you love you will have for your children. It fills you. It overwhelms you. It drives you to be the best you can be for a little, snotty ball of noise….And we wouldn’t have it any other way.
This year your mum and your brother are making memories with loved ones in London culminating in a trip to the theatre to enjoy Mary Poppins. I have spent the day doing at least one of the things you loved….eating 
Each of us remembering you and your time with us.
Losing you meant we lost pieces of ourselves. Some of the best parts. And with your passing came a whirlwind of feelings that still after all this time we struggle to control.
Guilt. Sorrow. Heartache…all with us.
I have said before that we will grieve forever. Time does not heal. Time does not lessen the pain. What time does is allow us to get used to grief. To know that we will carry it in us every hour of every day until we too pass. It has become part of who we are now and, in a strange way, if it were to leave us then we would again feel incomplete.
Someone once said “..to live in hearts we leave behind is not to die..”
If that is truly the case then Sophs you are more alive now then anyone would have thought possible. You are remembered and you are missed, and above all you are loved with an intensity I never thought possible by your mum, your brother….& myself.
We will see you soon enough and when we do we shall never let you go
🦋💟