Day 244 – 17th December 2008
Today would have been Matt’s 37th birthday.
As my good friend Mel has said she always remembers having a conversation with Matt moaning about getting older and he told her that every birthday he reached was a victory and a blessing. I know he had 34 wonderful years, but he should have been around to celebrate many more and see his beautiful children grow up. This is not the way life was meant to be and with everything else that has happened over the last year it seems awfully unfair. I don’t often sit and feel sorry for myself as I know things could be a hell of a lot worse and I am lucky for what I have got but today just seems to be extra hard.
The kids want to take fish and chips up to the cemetery to have with him, so hopefully it doesn’t rain and we don’t get eaten alive by sandflies. We will also write some messages on helium balloons and let them off as the kids find this a good way that they can talk to Matt.
8 more sleeps till Santa.