“Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
W S Merwin, Separation
In June this year our son would have turned four if we hadn’t lost him.
Sometimes the language we use erases the complexity of what has happened to us. “Losing” him seems like it was accidental. Careless even. We didn’t lose our son. He died. But even that doesn’t cut it so let me start again.
Elle Wright is a wife, mother, author and blogger. After the death of her son, Teddy, at three days old, Elle started writing to navigate her new life and as a way to feel purpose again. Her Feathering The Empty Nest blog is a way of finding light in darkness, positivity in times of desperation and, hopefully, making a few people laugh along the way.
