Thoughts, memories and experiences relating to my son, Hugh who died on August 19th 2009, aged 29.
Saturday, 31 October 2009
We had Paul for a few hours yesterday, Kathy, Claire, Keith and I. It was his sixth birthday the other week but he had been away on holiday so we had a bag of presents for him. One of them was a soldier, one of those jointed dolls, about twelve inches high, very like the Action Man that Hugh used to play with at Paul's age. This one was to scale and came with all sort of equipment.
But the important thing was that it was from Hugh.
Hugh had bought it months ago and it had been in among all his stuff that he had stored at Kathy's house, so she had wrapped it up in birthday paper for him.
"This is from Daddy," she said, as she handed it to him. "He bought it for you before he went to Heaven."
Paul said nothing.It's hard to know how much he understands about what has happened and why Hugh isn't around any more. In a way, it probably doesn't seem all that different as he was used to Hugh being away on exercise or on tour all through his life. But as he played on the climbing frame afterwards with Claire, he was just a normal, happy little boy.
Today, I bought a box to keep all the things I have of Hugh's in.