My Son Craig
I am remembering Craig today on what would have been his 35th birthday. Of course I think about Craig every single day. But on his birthday, I find myself wondering what he would have been like had he lived longer.
Craig died when he was 18, so I find it very difficult to imagine him as a man aged 35.
Would he have a family and children? I think he most probably would, as he was known for his love of children, even at a young age.
Would he still be building those weird and wonderful bikes for his own children?
Would he still be doing the same job?
Would he still be living in our home town?
Would my life have changed as much as it has if Craig was still with us?
These questions can never be answered of course. All I can do is remember how lucky we were to have him for 18 years.
This is a loss I will never recover from but I just hope to be able to get through each year without him, as I somehow have managed to do so far.
I blogged about my Memories of Craig last year on the anniversary of his death. This is my favourite photo of Craig, taken when he was 11.