Submission 217

To their daddy,

When I think about all of the different life scenarios we discussed on first dates, this was not one of them.

When I think about how you described your young life, your life progression, from Luton to law, when you told me your goals. This was not one of them.

When we found out I was pregnant and we talked about all the things we would do as parents. This was not one of them.

When we started making memories, before life became a challenge. We didn’t want this one.

When we separated and argued for months, trying to parent anyway we could. When we were trying to work out what option was best for our boys. This was not one of them.

When you hear on the news, on your feed about families bereaved, we couldn’t be one of them.

We know you were struggling but thought the sun was shining on you. When I think about how I thought life would be. This is not it.

The boys miss their daddy, they are random with memories. When I think about what’s going to be remembered next, I hope this isn’t one of them.

We are trying to remember you for how you were before.
Reminding the boys of your love.
Because you did love both of them.

We are just so sorry, you saw no other way, we continue to remember you every day.

When we look up at the sky and see the clouds fluttering by. I point up and say to the boys
‘maybe daddy is one of them’.