Rhianna Lily our little girl born sleeping in 2012.
An Angel from the Book of Life
Wrote down my baby’s birth,
And whispered as she closed the book
“Too Beautiful for Earth”
This is Rhianna Lily’s space, her story, and how we carry on living our life without her here with the rest of us!
The beginning of the lockdown in the UK fell on Rhiannas birthday and it broke my heart. Nearly two months later my heart is still broken about her birthday being in lockdown. Having a birthday in lockdown is an amazing thing. It’s a historical thing. …
Today is International Bereaved Mothers Day, I haven’t really talked about Rhianna recently because if I am honest I am finding it pretty hard. I have buried it I suppose. But having her birthday the first day of the lockdown and not being prepared to …
One thing that has come out of this lockdown is that we, like many families in similar positions, haven’t been to Rhianna’s grave since before the lockdown started. We obviously couldn’t go for her birthday as we were already in the lockdown, we didn’t go …
Today you turn 8. In some parallel universe we would be celebrating hard, having a party. A room full of girls, screaming and laughing and having a lot of fun. Instead it’s quiet. So so quiet. There is no laughter today. Today is harder than …
Today I have struggled. And I am not ashamed to admit it. 8 years on some days are still a struggle. Grief doesn’t just stop. It doesn’t go away. More days are good than bad. But there are still bad days. Today was a bad …
Whenever I am having a bad day. Whenever I am missing Rhianna the hardest. I want to head to the beach. There is a pull I will never understand. A pull that the beach is her place. I just know in the depths of my …
If you have been here a while you will know that through March we always have some flowers in the house. It was something BB started a couple of years ago, just by mentioning in passing how nice it would be to have flowers in …
And just like that it’s March again. The month that is notoriously a bad month. One that I dread. One that I hate. But one that I have to get through every year. I never know how to tackle March. I never know how I …