Back to school is always a bit of an odd time, and I guess it always will be.
In amongst the fact that it heralds the end of the summer holidays - which this year managed to draaag on for an incredible 7 weeks is the realisation that Amy isn't here.
It's always a bit of a 'new beginning' for a family - new shiny shoes, clean shirts and fancy pencil cases. When she was receiving treatment Amy always said one of her objectives was to see Eli start school (sadly she never did) and now I realise that he's going into year 3 it's even sadder to contemplate how much of his little life she's missed.
It's always a bit of a 'new beginning' for a family - new shiny shoes, clean shirts and fancy pencil cases. When she was receiving treatment Amy always said one of her objectives was to see Eli start school (sadly she never did) and now I realise that he's going into year 3 it's even sadder to contemplate how much of his little life she's missed.
Somehow though when we arrived at school and once again hit the enormous wave and hubbub of excited children and parents it kind of felt she was still with us. Perhaps she did see him after all.
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