Sorry for offending someone today, but I need to just vomit my rage against the unfairness of it all. Why my Liam?

Today other people could compare their child's grade 1 photo tp their grade 7 child. We can't we can compare it to a grade 7 photo and we have ashes. I wanted to get to the top of a mountain and scream at the world - the unfairness of it all. Why MY child? He was a good kid always filled with joy and perseverance and energy. We will forever be in grade 6...

He was so excited when they fitted their blazers. He came home and said: "Mom, I must say I looked sharp!." Now he will never get to wear it and experience all the opportunities that grade 7 brings: the traditions and socialisation.

Today I am sitting on this hot day thinking of our Liam. What stories he would have come home with today. Tonight the house would have been buzzing with the excitement and energy in Liam's voice. But today our reality is brutal - this house WILL be quiet today. The three of us are introverted and will only stare at each other at dinner - realising the house will be quiet forever.

Liam's place in the family and the house is empty and there where he should be is just a big black hole. A void.

Today I want to tell parents, look at the little things about your kids. The academics and the achievements are not important, in the end that is not what you will miss. You will miss the little things. A tilt of the head, the way they sit or stand and their stories. The biggest gift you can give your child is LISTEN to their stories.