My letter to Matilda Mae

Dear Matilda Mae,

I will never, ever forget the evening your mummy found you. I followed as events unfolded on Twitter. I sobbed and sobbed. I just wanted to be there. To hold your mummy. To fix it. But there was no way. There was nothing I could do. Nothing I could say. 

You had gone. 

Even writing that makes me feel emotional. 

I crept downstairs that night and cuddled my children. Held them close and breathed in their smell. I didn't know what to do. 

In the following weeks, I was astounded by the support of the blogging community. People coming together. Sharing, supporting, doing what they could. You touched so many lives Matilda Mae.

The year has flown by with amazing amounts raised for the Lullaby Trust. You have handbags, hats and dresses named after you. The sales of which all give an element to charity. Your memory is doing so much good.

We have blown bubbles for you and looked at stars trying to pick out which one you might be. My children are too young to understand why we are doing this, but they enjoy the bubbles.

A year has passed since you met the angels in your sleep. A whole year. 

I cannot comprehend what your family have been through.

Your mummy, daddy and your brother and sister love you very much. They are doing so much good in your memory.

You are very much missed little one. 

Heaven is definitely blessed with your presence.

The sky shines brighter now you are there.

Letters for Matilda Mae