Seven words broke my heart yesterday: I’m worried I will forget her mumma.

Followed by a flood of tears, streaming down my Love Bug’s cheeks. In the eight months since we kissed Bella goodbye, it’s safe to say each of us in our home has struggled with losing her. In the past couple of weeks Love Bug and I have started to see someone to help us with some strategies for our grief, and Love Bug’s nightmares.

Yesterday she had her first one on one session and although she was bright when she came out, I could tell she was on the verge of tears all evening. Then it happened. She looked at me, her bottom lip wobgled and she said it. I’m worried I will forget her mumma, I don’t ever want to forget her.

I promised her she wouldn’t, and talked about my Rufus who died when I was not much older than Love Bug. We sat on the kitchen floor together and cried. We cuddled Beary and cried. We all slept {fitfully} in my bed.