There will always be a hole in our lives where he used to be, but he won’t be forgotten.
We bid another son goodbye on Thursday, and I’m finally numb enough that I can write a little about it.
I asked for photos of the flower arrangements. We kept the little blue teddy bear. I cried as Rhys and I gave Brandon a last cuddle. After a while – an eternity that felt like it went by too quickly – we tucked him into the last little box he’ll ever sleep in.
Brandon looked like he was only asleep. He was snugly swaddled, and wore a little blue baby cap to cover the stitches, which I saw anyway because I asked for a lock of his hair to keep.
We printed a series of photos where Brandon was held by each of us. We never got a chance to take a family group photo, but we got a photo of Brandon with his big sister and brother, and of each of us grownups holding him.
The padre lead the service but I couldn’t really recount much of what he said. He asked for someone to say a few words to remember Brandon by, and his grandfather made a short speech, which made us cry because it was about how much Brandon was loved. Aff followed as I’d asked him to, and his reminisce of Brandon made us laugh.
Goodbye, Brandon. Play nice with your big brother Damien.
A cake for the boys
Rachel, the lovely lady who makes beautiful birthday cakes by commission, asked if it would be okay for her to make a cake to honor my baby boys, who would never have birthday cakes to enjoy. She took care to find a little dragon to represent Damien, and a little dinosaur to represent Brandon.
The florist who made the arrangements would always stop working to coo over Brandon every time we went to the shops to do grocery shopping. She was shocked to find out we’d lost him too.
I miss my boys so much.
Thank you to everyone who kept us in their thoughts, prayed for us, and helped us out in our time of sorrow. It might not seem like much to you, but it was a great help.
Rory and Rhys
Rune and Vincent
and David / Aff