Today was a hard day for our little family. It was a tearful day, a sad day and a day of faith.
A week ago today my brother and sister in law’s little boy Lucas Michael Day was born too soon, and born sleeping. Weighing 1lb 5oz he was a little treasure.
It was a shock for all our family. It’s been a hard week, especially for my brother and his lovely wife. Today was his funeral. We came together to remember him. The world won’t remember him, he was 23 weeks old, and according to the world no birth is registered until 24 weeks. But we will always remember him. He is part of our family. There were some lovely touches to today, we wore baby blue, we released blue balloons by the grave, we ate the food Jodie loved when she was pregnant, it was our chance to all get to know Lucas a little.
We are a religious family, and without our faith I know today would have been a much harder day. We believe that we will meet Lucas again, that he will meet his parents, and that is a joyful thought.
Mick asked me to make a cake for today, and this morning I looked at this perfect iced cake and couldn’t think what to write on it. A name? A date? A message? I thought about what Mick & Jodie have taught us over the last week, that they’ve pulled together, cried together and clung together. They’ve shown how much they love and support each other, they’ve been so strong, because they love each other so much. At the end of the day, All you need is Love.
We all Love Lucas. Today has taught me that ‘All you need is Love’.