My son looks at me with tears in his eyes...
I ask him how he is feeling and he replies,
"I am scared to think about the good memories mum"
I ask him "why?"
He replies "because the good memories are good then I remember I wont be able to make any more with dad" "who will I look up to now mum?"
He starts to sob, so I pull him to me and hold him.
I can't say anything, not one word can be said because I am fighting the gut wrenching lump in my throat and I feel like vomiting.
All I can do is hold him.
Cancer Council NSW would like to acknowledge the traditional custodians of the land on which we live and work.We would also like to pay respect to elders past and present and extend that respect to all other Aboriginal people.