A parent should never bury a child

It is wrong, quite simply…

Oh, if only the World revolved as it ought – if only there was no pain, no sorrow, no wars, no deaths before their time – but it doesn’t. The World revolves as it wants, and we as mere humans must accept it, and it isn’t easy.

Life, in its basics, is a test – we are tested every day – how can we survive? That is the question…


From where are we expected to find the strength?

In my (nearly) 5 years working in funeral homes I’ve so infrequently seen the death of a child, but each death is one death too many – why are they leaving so early when before them they have such wonderful lives to lead?

Life is wonderful – it is a test, yes, but this is our one and only chance at it (depending on your beliefs) and we must all make the best of what we’re given. Some have it harder than others – some find themselves wondering ‘why me?’, and why? Why them and not me? What makes me different?

Recently, my life was blessed by the emergence of this little dude called Myles – my best friend and his wife – Mrs Best Mate – delivered to me a baby best mate upon whom I’ve already placed much promise, upon whom I’ve already gushed with such love because – oh my – I see so much in his laughs and smiles, in his bowel movements that seem to only occur when I’m around, in his vomit that drenches me…

I adore this little dude – I will hear all of his little secrets, because best mates share such things – the future holds so much for us, but why am I any different?

Why is my love for him any different to the love of those who have lost someone before their time?

It isn’t.

We can only embrace what we’re given and deal with what we get – that’s life, it’s a bitch full of wonder and trials…

I am grateful for Myles – I will love Myles until (and beyond) the day I die, my job has made me appreciate those little blessings that come in soiled nappies…

Tomos James