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When we think about grief, we often picture adults. But grief is not reserved for just us grown-ups. Children grieve too. The tricky thing about grief in children is not only may it be delayed, it also may not look like adult grief.
Today marks one year since I lost my precious boy; one year since I learnt the real meaning of heartbreak. I can’t believe it’s already been a year. We’ve been without him longer than we got to keep him. And yet some days, it still feels like I’m walking in a fog; that this just isn’t real.
Grief isn’t easy to explain, especially when it’s the kind of unexpected, unnatural, and traumatising grief like mine. And while people may mean well with their words and assumptions, the reality is that grief is far more complex than most realise. In this post, I want to gently open the curtain on some of the things many people might not know about grief.
With Mother’s Day coming up this weekend, it’s been an emotional week to say the least. I’m not quite sure how I feel about Mother’s Day this year, and I can’t help but think back to past Mother’s Days and compare them to now.

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