Forever loved

Every time I cry about the loss of my baby boy, I get equally upset for Eddie. And as much as I get upset, knowing that we will never get to see our son grow up, it also desperately saddens me to think that he has lost out too. Eddie has lost out on a life that was full of so much love, hope and promise. He has lost his future as much as we have lost ours.

My brother-in-law said that in his short life, Eddie was loved and only knew love. In his short existence, it was one that was pure and innocent; untouched by the horrors of life.

Grief in its essence, is love. Without love there is no grief and there will never be a day when I stop grieving for my baby boy.

Eddie was loved. Eddie is still loved. Eddie will always be loved x

I love…

I love the way he smiles

I loved the way he smiled

I love his big, blue eyes

I loved his big, blue eyes

I love his squishy feet

I loved his squishy feet

I love his soft, supple baby skin

I loved his soft, supple baby skin

I love his cheeks

I loved his cheeks

I love the noises and gurgles he makes

I loved the noises and gurgles he made

I love his smell

I loved his smell

I love to kiss his face

I loved to kiss his face

I love to kiss his hands, his tummy, his feet

I loved to kiss his hands, his tummy, his feet

I love it when he cries but stops when I hold him close

I loved it when he cried but stopped when I held him close

I love to cuddle him

I loved to cuddle him

I love it when he kicks and splashes his feet at bath time

I loved it when he kicked and splashed his feet at bath time

I love it when he burps

I loved it when he burped

I love you my bubaroo

I will always love you, my bubaroo  x