This is a question I ask myself all too often. How do I continue to be a “good parent” to Teddy when he’s not physically here anymore. I know that once upon a time it would have been the done thing to simply forget about his existence, sweep it under the carpet and move on. Thankfully we live in very different times, and I feel able and confident to speak his name. Sometimes I try and say his name in sentences just because I can. I love to hear it aloud; it reminds me that he was here. My friends, of course, are very much used to this now, and they too use Teddy’s name as much as they would if he were alive; that makes me so very happy. It also makes me feel like as much of a parent as they are, which can be so hard sometimes when you feel like you are on the outside staring into a life you have been robbed of.