September will always be a difficult time for our family. It is the month our precious son, Charlie, died, 14 days before his fifth birthday.
There will be sadness – how could there not be? But also smiles as we remember him. Because what our little boy Charlie’s death taught my husband, Steve, and me is that there are two ways to cope with tragedy. One way could have destroyed us. But the other, well, it gave us something remarkable…
Charlie was our first child. He grew to love everything outdoors, was our dynamo on legs. When our second child, Freya, arrived three years later in October 2010, he was so proud. ‘My baby sister,’ he’d tell everyone. The following summer, when Freya was 10 months, we had our family…