It’s been 11 weeks today since you passed and Evie is 11 weeks young. I may sound so pathetic to others but I don’t care. I loved you so much – when you went you took a part of me with you and I hope you are OK. Carry us well. Nothing can replace you but Evie is a joy. Not just for me but for Angel. She was the youngest now she is having to be the eldest. I suppose like you when we rescued Angel from that hell hole.
It’s all swings and roundabouts. Life is short. Losing you was not like losing a friend or family member – it was like my life had gone with you. At points, I just didn’t think I could move forward but I’m writing my book about us. There’s nothing to prove with true love. It’s infinite. I know that now, more than anything and not a day will go by I will not be grateful for you.
I will always love you. Mummy. X