Ten years without Jack

Ten years ago today, sometime in the early morning, our son Jack died. Ten years ago today our world shattered, and a Jack shaped hole was left in our hearts. Ten years have passed, and that hole is still there, but it was once explained to me that although our grief doesn't get smaller, the life around it gets bigger. There have been joyous occasions, birthdays, reunions and weddings. And tragedy, funerals of friends and children of friends lost all too soon potential lives of promise that will never blossom. Jack's brothers are thriving. Mikey is still making music, and has been able to turn his Sonic Arts degree into a job doing sound design for computer games. Unknown Entity completed a Cert III in bakery at TAFE and is now doing an apprenticeship at a bakery, he is loving it. In Terry Pratchett's "Reaper Man": he writes, ‘No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away…’ Jack is still causing ripples in the world. The biggest ripple is his writing. His…

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