How do you tell your son that his father just committed suicide? With great difficulty. That's how.
'He wouldn’t accept it. Not in the final sense. He was grasping hold of hope and hanging on for dear life. Bless my stubborn little baby boy.
“But Mummy if he’s with the doctor, the doctor can make him better.”
Look at him there. He’s so little. And so very, very, vulnerable.
He looked up at me for a second, his blonde curls framing his face but his gaze failed to rest. It was a restless flitting butterfly besieged by a world of agitation.
“The doctor can’t make Daddy better Eth. Daddy died.”' #truestory