7 months

It's seven months today since Noah passed away. I knew it was coming up, but I didn't realise until half way through Pump class at the gym this morning what the date was.   I lent over and said to Simone 'it's the 8th!' and we then worked out that it was seven months.

I was glad when I realised what the date was, that I already had a lovely day planned.  Kobe and I spent the day with our friend Nicole, who was Noah's first carer ever. She worked in our home for years when Noah was little, and we loved having her as his carer so much.  We missed her when she had to leave.

It was nice to spend some time with her, to talk about everything that has happened.  It's just so hard to get my head around that it seven months since Noah passed away, but Aaron is gone too.  I continue to wonder what they are up to, whether they are close by all the time and if Aaron's broken heart has mended now they are together. 

It's hard to believe that just over seven months ago we were dressing Noah's body for his funeral, and we were grieving together.

Now a third of the family isn't here, and it's eighteen more days until it's been four months since Aaron passed away.    It's unbelievable even as I type it.