On February 18th 2010 my oldest childhood friend passed away. He was just 19 years old. I remember at the time questioning why some lives were taken so soon. How unfair life was that he hadn’t lived his life, that he was so young. I remember thinking back to all the memories of the chaos we all caused as children. The four of us, Me and my brother, him and his younger brother, used to have SO many adventures and make up weird and wonderful games. We were also getting into mischief and doing things we shouldn’t but they were all happy memories that raised a smile. And now I have two boys of my own and looking at their relationship reminds me so much of theirs!
When I was pregnant with DS2 I knew I wanted to have Stephen as part of my sons name. I remember when I went for the scan when they could tell me what sex the baby was and they told me it was a boy I was thrilled! Stephens Mum was with me at that scan, she’s like my second mother and I was so happy to share that with her! My mum had always taught me not to trust gender scans (as one of my friends found out recently when her girl arrived a boy!) and so I kept my name ideas to myself just incase! When DS2 was born and he was being cleaned up by the midwives the anaesthetist was chatting to me about names, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to call him but I knew whatever it was it had to fit with Stephen because that was going to be his middle name.
The day after DS2 was born Stephens Mum brought DS1 over to the hospital to visit and meet his baby brother and I asked her if she was ok with me using Stephen as his middle name, needless to say we all had a little cry!
I still think of my friend daily, I wonder what he would be doing with his life now.
Everyone leaves footprints in your memory, but the ones that leave footprints in your heart are the ones you will truly remember.