It’s hard to believe that another year has gone by. It seems like only a few months ago now that I wrote about it, and yet it’s already been another year.
Today it’s 2 years since Daisy’s little friend Lachlan died. That beautiful little boy who was 16 months old, put to bed for his afternoon sleep, never to wake again.
I think about Lachlan and his Mum Julia & Dad Angus (and now baby brother Cooper) so often. Whenever a special day like Mothers Day or Fathers Day comes around, or his birthday I am reminded of what has been lost. What will always remain. What could have been. What should have been. For all of them. When Daisy is being a right little shit and I complain about her, I force myself to remember that at least we have her. When she is being a pure delight I force myself to remember Jules, and what she never got to see all he would have been.
I still cannot fathom their loss. Their pain. Julia’s daily pain as a mother. And how unfair the whole bloody thing is. Why it happened. Why it even happens at all.
I hope their pain 2 years on is a little less. I hope that her constant worry and pressure for her new baby is a little less. I hope that everyone still remembers and honours Lachlan for all he bought to us while he was here. His joyous personality. His giggles. His cuddles. His unending love for his parents. Like Daisy is now, I know that he would have been a fabulous big brother to Cooper.
You are missed Lachlan. You are not forgotten. Not by me at least.
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