The Case of Broken Dreams - when conducting ‘Operation Spring Clean’ my sister came across this case in her loft. It is full of baby clothes that I gave to her when she was expecting her twins and I knew I would have no more children... 
I am close to my family. I would do anything for them. And have. I left my job in Kenya overnight and cared for my sister for months when she was at death’s door, I gave her a bone marrow transplant and a few years later, eggs so she could have a family...
The untimely death of her girls, Lily and Faith, just about ruined my belief in pretty much everything, and seeing her devastation and repeated bravery humbled me in ways I have never forgotten, from planning her funeral (thankfully that was miraculously unnecessary) ...
to attending that of her babies.
She cannot face opening it, and sent it round today with her hubby, who dropped it, and it smashed on my drive.
He and I stood looking at it for quite some time. Quite some time indeed...
She cannot face opening it, and sent it round today with her hubby, who dropped it, and it smashed on my drive.
He and I stood looking at it for quite some time. Quite some time indeed...
I don’t feel emotionally resilient enough this week to open the case and take a trip down my own Memory Lane, and certainly not strong enough to travel down hers. So, it will sit there for a while...
My daughter says when we feel up to it, we can revisit her childhood, and then we will parcel up her beautiful clothes and send them on to a worthy cause because that is what we should do. If anyone can think of a good home for a case of baby girl clothes - let me know ❤️
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