A long reply to a simple question
Recently I was contacted by a mother who asked me a question. I’ve been thinking about the answer for some time and I wanted to be truthful. As I approach the anniversary of my son’s death, this has been on my mind more than ever. The mother had asked me one simple question “Does it get better?” In a few days it will tip into it being another year since Nico died and with that in mind, I’d like to answer her question by looking back over the last few years. At the beginning there were no good days. There were not even good hours or minutes. Later there were sometimes good minutes, or minutes that you didn’t spend crying. Crying seemed...
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