Closing my eyes for long enough, the splintered visions are there.
Glimpses of warmth: they seem teasingly real. The fleeting images are exquisite in their beauty. Simple images of soft baby skin and a grown man’s joy. All too quickly, they disappear. The dream is an illusion. My reality becomes the nightmare.
Our second baby was due sometime in April. The precise date escaped my memory. Maybe it fled to the place where my assorted hopes and unrealised aspirations now hide? Continue reading Sometime in April