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Joe
By ella | July 5, 2007
As I hold my poorly son’s hand, entwined through cot bars, I’ve been thinking of you. Almost ten, as we unpacked trunks, we found matching pyjamas, a shared birthday, destined to be friends. Then a few weeks later, when noisy footsteps came to get you and roused us from sleep, still their day but the middle of our night we listened in interested silence until we heard your sobs of grief. Then a long time later you came back because, well, where else could you go? And night after night, we held hands, across the gap between cold metal beds as you sobbed silently. And I think of your son, asleep across the hall. Newly nine, also an orphan.
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Categories: All Gone Wrong
oh god, ella. absolutely heartbreaking.
Ah, Ella. I just don’t have words. I’m sure you are doing all you can for Joe. I hope he finds a little peace soon.
All gone wrong. Indeed. Hugs to you and little Joe.
I’m glad he has you.
I imagine the middle of the night cuddle you mentioned in the post above means more to Joe than you’ll ever know. So sad……
Heartbreaking. Sorry. For Joe and for you.