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Christmas 2013

Day 22 has finally arrived.  Day 21 dragged on and on…  I waded through a haze of misery today.  Jared had an horrible day.  I could see he had cried.

Jon-Daniel has a friend sleeping over.  He is a young boy of 14 who lost his dad to a drug overdose a year ago.  I asked whether he had been for counselling.  He said he had but that it had not really helped.

“I had to get over it by myself” this old soul said.

“The shrink kept telling me I must forgive my dad.  I hated my father for using drugs.  So I stopped going.  He wasn’t listening to me so there was no point…”

I have to travel to an exhibition in the UAE from the 16th – 21st of February.  Upon my return the boys and I will go and see the Hospice psychiatrist again. I think we would have worked through enough grief to be able to cope with this part of our journey.

Children are so fragile.  On the surface they appear to be coping yet the pain lies shallow…

Last night Jon-Daniel cried.  Today Jared battled to breathe.