Tuesday, October 03, 2006

You Want The Real Me?

This is always a difficult time of the year for me - it's getting chillier, it's getting darker at night (and if you have been following, you will know that this doesn't suit me at all) and there's something else, too.

Jane-at-work (a new addition to the Bell's team) looked at this blog and was disappointed by the fact that "there's not a lot of you in there." Well, I didn't start this blog to talk about me - I started it to talk about knitting. I hope that I have held true to that wish. (Jane-at-work said bits of it were too technical for her, so that gives me hope.)

This really is a bad time for me and the reason why I have been so slack at everything lately.

In 1990, our firstborn son, Aidan, died at the age of seven days. It was a cot death (but it wasn't because I was feeding him at the time). I don't know how I lived through it.

He had red hair.

He was beautiful.

He would have been 16.

I miss him so much.


Opal said...

I'm so sorry, Kate. I can't even begin to imagine such a loss.

As for what Jane-at-work says about your blog? This is -your- blog. Do what *you* want with it. At the same time I think you're incredibly brave to share such an intimate part of your life with everyone.

Heather said...

Oh Kate...I am so very sorry. I cannot even imagine what you must have gone through and the loss you must always feel.

My thoughts are with you.

Marie said...

I am so sorry, Kate, for that terrible loss.

allisonmariecat said...

There really aren't any words, Kate, but I'm so very sorry.

Sarah said...

Oh, Kate. There's nothing to say, but that you're in my thoughts. I'm so sorry.

Linda said...

I can't even begin to imagine what it's like to lose a child. I'm so sorry.