My daughter died.
She was having morning tea, choked on some food and despite
the efforts of ambulance staff and then the doctors at the hospital, she could not
be revived.
She was at day-care. I had just started her there in
preparation for my return to work after three months as stay-at-home
dad, to her and her brother.
It is at once too personal to share and too monumental not
to talk about. I find myself broken in unimaginable ways as Emergency Contact
and I go through every parent’s nightmare.
I’m dwelling on whether to post her eulogy, or not. It
identifies us in a lot of ways and that’s not good for a number of reasons. But, I
also want my boy to be able to come back to his daggy dad’s blog at some time
in the future and not hit a blank spot where his sister should be.
While I think about it, do me a personal favour.
Be good to each other and back-up all the photos you have of
anyone precious to you.
