It's been two years since Mathew passed away. I have chosen to keep busy, super busy rather than dwell on missing him and asking why.
However, on the anniversary it feels as though the silence between life and death is huge. You feel the huge void of him being gone. His laughter, his voice, his sarcasm, his compassion.
I see the hole he has left with his mum, dad and sister. Huge, unfillable, gaping.
But, he left a legacy of bravery. Challenging us all to live, appreciate life, walk forward, laugh, keep busy, love your family and friends.
If only the silence wasn't so heavy.
