Seven Summers Without You

Another year and August comes around again.

Months and years have passed; people move on, as does the world. The Earth doesn’t stop rotating.

To an extent, I have also moved on. I am finding less time to write here and I haven’t developed this site the way I intended. But a mother carries her child, however old that child might be, whether present or not.

Throughout the months, the years, I have carried Alexander with me – through the ups and the downs. I don’t think of Alexander any less, nor does it hurt any differently.

And when August comes, it’s like an internal alarm in my heart that goes off, reminding me that it’s his birthday soon – on the 28th of August.

Alexander, my firstborn, would have been seven.

Seven years that he never got to live.

It’s been seven years of missing you, Alexander.

Rosa Alexander