When you lose someone you love, the smallest things can catch you out unexpectedly: a song, a meal, a beloved TV show. For me, a few notes from the song Tomorrow from the musical Annie, the smell of pizza, or the sight of a Toy Story character are enough to make a lump form in my throat – because they were some of my son Caoimhin’s favourite things in the world.
Now, though, they’re all I have to remember him by.
Caoimhin was such a longed-for baby. My husband Kieran and I had always wanted lots of children, and along with our other three, Aimee, then 10, Dylan, six, and Aodhan, four, he completed our family when he arrived in November 2014, 12 weeks early.
He only weighed 2lb and…
