I do not have a post for this week. All my “writing” thoughts have been taken up with events unfolding on another blog: MyDaftLife, and by comparison with these nothing I could write about seems important enough. All my thoughts have been with the writer who lost her son, buried on Tuesday. I know Sara only from her blog, but from her writing I feel as if I have often spoken to her in person, laughed and cried with her, met her children.
All of us whose children’s lives have not been easy, whose children have had to spend time away being “cared” for by others, will recognize the pain of the last few months for Sara. Her son in hospital, her on the outside, gamely trying to keep it all together, despite the relentless grinding of the system. But the tragedy of his sudden death is beyond our words to describe.
It is astonishing that Sara has continued to blog for some time despite the immense pain she must be suffering at this time. It is our privilege to be allowed to read her words, and to witness her dignity and courage in grief. And through her writing, her son lives on.