It was a weekend of contrasts.
The feeling of elation we all felt,
as a young boy returned home from hospital after five months,
albeit for just one night.
However we also were stunned and saddened,
as just a short distance away we knew,
another family were also bringing their son home,
but for them it was for the final time.
A small boy aged just six years,
coming “home” from a hospital in London.
The little boy I spoke of last week,
passed away on Wednesday morning.
A baby. Just six years of age.
A lifetime of happy days ahead.
A wee small boy dearly loved,
whose uniform and toys are still waiting for him.
Those of us who are parents,
cannot for one minute imagine what life would be like,
without one of our brood.
What we would feel,
if we had to go to the airport,
and accompany our child “home”,
in a little white coffin.
We live in a relatively large village,
but everyone feels the loss.
The school, the shops, the playground, the green,
all are now missing one small boy.
As I type I hear my mothers words,
“If you have nothing nice to say, say nothing”.
So with that in mind,
until I have cheerier things to write about,
I intend to leave you for a couple of days.
Who knows I might decide I need to write,
and return quickly.
However I think there is enough difficulty in all our lives,
without my adding to it with my mournful posts!
So tomorrow and the next day,
I think I will look to dig out some old posts of mine,
and hopefully with them, in some small measure,
I can add to your day.
I’ll be back before you know it.
See you all again soon.
Best wishes and thanks for reading.
And for small Ben,
I wish you “codladh samh”. (sleep peacefully).
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