Remembering you

Two days ago, on Sunday afternoon, we held your memorial party.

So many people came - some who met you, and some who never did - to help us remember you and say goodbye.

It was a beautiful, sun filled day; and the backyard was full of happy kids tearing about while we caught up with people we haven't seen all this long and harrowing year.

I hope that our family can find more balance now and make more time to catch up with friends; particularly those with playmates for Elsie.

Over this past month since you left us I haven't stopped thinking about you, Poppy.

Every place I go I've thought about the last time I took you there. Completely mundane places like the supermarket and the gym have become makeshift shrines to the life I had before I lost you.

I miss you so much, my little Popsicle. My little Pop-n-fresh. My little Poppy noodle.

I miss the you from before the Rett syndrome snuck up on us and stole you away.

I will never not wonder, each and every day, what that day would have been like with you by my side.

Poppy's bath time, 10 June 2017