Tag: death
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X and Y
I’m just back from a funeral of a kind man we knew. He used to work at a garage next door from us and I would walk there with our oldest son who just started walking then. He played with our son, snowball fights in winter, water fights in the summer, measuring our son’s heights,…
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L is for Loss
My first diary entry after Billy passed away. 17 March 2010. Three weeks ago we buried you my baby. You were only three months old. I can not believe how short time we had you yet it felt a very long time. Perhaps it was very painful for you and for us. Mummy feels comfort…
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Diary Entry -Emptiness
Hallo Billy. Mummy sat here for a while for the first time not sure how to start the blog post. It feels like writing a poem, perhaps in Mongolian, maybe in English. Mummy’s thought went through the events of remembering you and sighing without knowing herself. Every time a toddler runs past Mummy remembers you.…
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Diary Entry – 2012 A New Year
Hallo Billy Buuz Christmas and New Year time is almost over. We have been visiting friends and having people round. We had a quiet Christmas day. Just the five of us. Your sisters, brother, Daddy and Mummy. Daddy got you all your advent calendars. Yours was the one with reindeers and Santa. Ella’s was…
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To Billy
You are my baby boy, my beautiful baby boy Billy’s forget me not flower Why was your visit so short? Was it the water that washed your golden hair? Was it the wind blew on your perfect face? Why was your visit so short? Was it the timing you were born? Was it the tantrums…
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The Secret Language of Silence
As I mentioned in my previous post I am addicted to Twitter. I didn’t realise how much there is going on in the world and Twitter is my personalised window onto the world. So today @TrishaNicholson, one of my Twitter ‘tweeps’ as she calls everybody tweeted an article called An Infinite Noise by Daisy Hickman…
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Busy bee
or Twitter shall I say? Well well Billy. You don’t believe how Mummy is addicted to Twitter. Your Daddy is feeling a bit left out. He does support Mummy a lot. Mummy is lucky. Your sister turned 13 last week and we had 5 of her friends came for a sleepover. They had fun. It’s…
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Grief
As part of the Edinburgh Book Festival, people were invited to write stories in one Tweet on Twitter. Here is one of mine: Grief chased me furiously ‘Give in’ it commanded me ‘God, help me’ I whispered God was elsewhere Grief snatched my baby boy
Guuye ~ Гүүеэ 