Shoowee… I’ve been battling to get any words out without crying…
Today would have been our precious Nathan’s eleventh birthday.
I imagine he would have been all long and lanky, like his dad.
What kind of tween would he have been I wonder…
I miss you my little dude.
Your cousin Damien misses you.
Your uncle Neels misses you.
This world has a big hole in it.
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.