My son died. He was taken from me almost a year ago now and I have never recovered. Every day feels like an uphill battle. It’s hard for me to get out of bed, and even when I manage to, I wish that I was actually in bed. I just want my boy back. I want to be going to his footy on a Saturday morning, picking him up in the middle of the night from a party, getting excited with him about a new love interest. I want to see him get married and start a family of his own. I want him to have the life that he deserves. I want to be a part of that life. I just want to hold my son in my arms again. I will never get that chance.
When my son died we were in the midst of building our new family home. That got put on hold for a few months as we came to terms with what had happened, and my husband then took on the responsibility of liaising with the luxury custom home builders in my place. I couldn’t do it myself. I didn’t have the energy to build a family home when half of my family was gone. It was just the three of us, and now it’s just the two of us. We don’t need a big family home anymore.
I think being responsible for the luxury home build helped my husband. He needed something to take his mind off the unspeakable pain we both still feel to this day. No one should have to go through what we have gone through.
Today is the day that the custom home designers local to the Mornington Peninsula will finish our house. This was supposed to be a joyous day. My family was going to move in and start the next chapter of our lives. I’m not entirely sure what we’re going to do now.