These are unusual times.
As Christmas approaches, I spend my days moving between despair and hope.
Dickens said it best in A Tale of Two Cities..
It was the best of times
It was the worst of times
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair….
I am now like those two cities.
One city is full of memories of Elijah, despair and regrets. The other city is full of Gabriel and the joy and laughter he brings to my life every single day.
Christmas is a lonely time as a bereaved parent.
The whole world is drinking, laughing and celebrating birth, at a time when celebration feels wrong.
But…then there is hope.
The hope that comes from watching the little face of a 3 year old boy light up, every time I switch on the Christmas tree lights. Hope in the squeals of excitement, every time he rips open a Christmas card and hope in the 1,000th time he has told me “Father Kissmass come down the Chimney for pie”.
So today, on the eve of Christmas, I’m embracing that hope. To all of you who have suffered loss and are surrounded by darkness and despair today, I’m sending you peace and I’m sending you some of my hope.
I am with you.
You are not alone.
Written by Gabriel & Elijahs mummy.
You went awhile
Now you’re back
With a promised smile
I abandoned you
Gave up for dead
With the tears I shed
I’ve lived despair
so time to stay
surround me Hope
each and every day