One hundred and four weeks.
Millions of bubbles
Two years since sweet baby Matilda Mae closed her eyes and did not wake up.
And though time has pressed on, as it must, and to some it may seem that I have moved on, as I suppose I must, I have not forgotten. I will not forget.
I still see those screamingly empty arms. Yawning with absence, heavy with nothing. I still see that little woollen coffin and the face of despair.
But I also see the rainbows. And the courage. And the glimpses of happiness.
And yes, it has been two years. Yes, things have changed. But they haven’t, not really. I am still here.
Matilda Mae is still remembered, still loved. And always will be.
Sweet dreams Matilda Mae