I'm not going to fill in the gaps from the last few days, just pick up with today.
So, songs. I agree with Angie, all music has the capacity to dissolve me into a puddle of sadness. Sometimes, I deliberately play things I know will make me cry, just for the catharsis. All song lyrics are about dead babies, all babylost parents know that. I can't sing many of the songs in church any more. And lullabies and nursery rhymes? I'll be astonished if Toby ever learns the words, as pronounced by his wailing, snot-dribbling mummy as she hugs him so hard he gives his protest squeak.
But, in particular, a piece of music played by Emma's daddy for her birthday chokes me. I've heard it a lot these past months, as Dave practised it before recording. It has become her music.
And this will always remind me of my beautiful little girl too:
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I listened to Emma's song over and over too. It's beautiful.
What I wouldn't give for a dh who was able to express his sadness as yours does. I know my husband is sad, but it is very locked away and we find it hard to talk about it (though we did last night) - I was incredibly moved by Emma's Daddy being so open about his grief and love from the very start. I've read ever post he has made since I came home from hospital.
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