Luna
I thought I had so much to say about her - how beautiful she was, how bright and intelligent, but I sit here with tears rolling down my cheeks and I know there will never be words enough to encompass the possibilities that child had.
I know everyone feels like that about a child who dies early, but sometimes I look at the kids who wander round here, barely capable of wiping their own noses, and I just wonder who decides this? Are they that scared of bright children that they just annihilate them? Is being fucking dim a prerequisite of survival? If it is, I wish my Blob had been dim.
But I don't. To have missed those days when I came home from work and she smiled and recognised me and held her arms out to me - I would never wish those days away. All the cuddles, all the love, all the smiles. Talking to her, teaching her nursery rhymes, - hell, she danced in the living room to punk with me, she was just a part of my life. And not just my life - she had a bit of magic about her. She reduced all Owen, Dani, Sian and Tom's mates to putty in her tiny hands. Talk about her willing slaves! They were all here the day she was born and here the day she died. My darling, darling Blob, I miss you so much.
I know everyone feels like that about a child who dies early, but sometimes I look at the kids who wander round here, barely capable of wiping their own noses, and I just wonder who decides this? Are they that scared of bright children that they just annihilate them? Is being fucking dim a prerequisite of survival? If it is, I wish my Blob had been dim.
But I don't. To have missed those days when I came home from work and she smiled and recognised me and held her arms out to me - I would never wish those days away. All the cuddles, all the love, all the smiles. Talking to her, teaching her nursery rhymes, - hell, she danced in the living room to punk with me, she was just a part of my life. And not just my life - she had a bit of magic about her. She reduced all Owen, Dani, Sian and Tom's mates to putty in her tiny hands. Talk about her willing slaves! They were all here the day she was born and here the day she died. My darling, darling Blob, I miss you so much.