Its really tough.
My son is still everywhere.
All the clichés make no sense
All them poems, all the tears, all the pain.
Some regrets. But those memories playing over ,over over bringing back into focus the JOYS. Clouded by pain he experienced.
But worse is the promise he made to `get better and stay as my best mate`. Little Monkey.
Feeling so mixed up, unhappy, pretty sad.
Coping with this is all new. So engaging myself with the practical stuff.
The pain he was in probably worse l ever witnessed. Last 2 years this was almost daily experience.
Already fed the donkeys,
we ate together,
l cooked, attempted to enable a meal to be provided.
Talked long and often.
Memories.
Mathew experienced `great injustice` in his health care provision, he was failed.
He was a Beautiful Human Being.
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