CurlySue
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I realise this is nothing to do with a miscarriage, nothing of the sort, but it is a loss, and I do feel like I lost a 'baby' once...
You see...when my little brother was 10 years old he, and two other little boys, were hit by a car crossing the road one Sunday afternoon. I was a teenager at the time and, because he was so much younger than me I always saw him as my 'baby' - held his hand when he was a year old and crossing the street, picked him up when he was two, loved him when he was three...and buried him when he was ten.
I recall the day perfectly. Flashbulb memory. I was in Manchester shopping with a friend. Had been gone all day. It was Christmas Tree Day. November 30th. My mum had the bare bones up, but not the decoration. I had been out all day and, when I got home my mum said "Liam's been hit by a car. Silly sod."
We didn't know how serious it was.
Liam was only my stepbrother...but, he had been with me since he was 12 months old...his dad was with him. So was his brother. My brother.
When the phone call came to say that he had broken his neck my mum went to the hospital to be with his dad, and I was left alone.
I found out he had died by teletext. And, it killed me. I had shouted at him that morning for stealing a toy from our sister. The last words I ever said to him were "You are a nasty little boy sometimes!"
When the car hit them one boy died immediately. Broken neck. Broken back. Another boy broke an ankle. Like I said, Liam had a broken neck too, a dislocated jaw. I still remember seeing him in his coffin two days later and his eye was open and his mouth could not close.
Other than that he still looked like himself...a little blonde boy with blue eyes and a beautiful face...
Devil with an angel's face who stabbed me with a fork when he was three and a half; would shake me awake when he was five.
We never decorated a tree that year. We barely celebrated Christmas...
Soon it would have been Liam's 21st birthday. And I feel like utter shit.
I don't even know what to say. Or do.
I don't even know what to think.
I'm sorry for even writing this now. Here. I am sorry for all of you who are suffering losses. But, this is my loss. And it hurts just as bad.
You see...when my little brother was 10 years old he, and two other little boys, were hit by a car crossing the road one Sunday afternoon. I was a teenager at the time and, because he was so much younger than me I always saw him as my 'baby' - held his hand when he was a year old and crossing the street, picked him up when he was two, loved him when he was three...and buried him when he was ten.
I recall the day perfectly. Flashbulb memory. I was in Manchester shopping with a friend. Had been gone all day. It was Christmas Tree Day. November 30th. My mum had the bare bones up, but not the decoration. I had been out all day and, when I got home my mum said "Liam's been hit by a car. Silly sod."
We didn't know how serious it was.
Liam was only my stepbrother...but, he had been with me since he was 12 months old...his dad was with him. So was his brother. My brother.
When the phone call came to say that he had broken his neck my mum went to the hospital to be with his dad, and I was left alone.
I found out he had died by teletext. And, it killed me. I had shouted at him that morning for stealing a toy from our sister. The last words I ever said to him were "You are a nasty little boy sometimes!"
When the car hit them one boy died immediately. Broken neck. Broken back. Another boy broke an ankle. Like I said, Liam had a broken neck too, a dislocated jaw. I still remember seeing him in his coffin two days later and his eye was open and his mouth could not close.
Other than that he still looked like himself...a little blonde boy with blue eyes and a beautiful face...
Devil with an angel's face who stabbed me with a fork when he was three and a half; would shake me awake when he was five.
We never decorated a tree that year. We barely celebrated Christmas...
Soon it would have been Liam's 21st birthday. And I feel like utter shit.
I don't even know what to say. Or do.
I don't even know what to think.
I'm sorry for even writing this now. Here. I am sorry for all of you who are suffering losses. But, this is my loss. And it hurts just as bad.