Wow, a little over a week since our wonderful Spring Party, and our hearts are still so full up of thanks!It was such a humbling and beautiful afternoon of good times, connection, support and we raised such a lot for Zephyr’s too. Around 200 of you lovely people came and helped us party! In doing …

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Sometimes wind rustles through tall trees, reminding me of my son,
a powerful bird soars overhead, and I remember
Sometimes fragile butterfly gently basks in the sun, recalling delicate memories,
Sometimes a scent in the air brings him closer,
or I feel him in the leaves, in golden skies, or a place that connects me to him.

Sometimes none of this feels enough
I miss the deep absence he creates in my life
And sometimes,
I find a tiny heart-shaped stone,
and I feel present with my son who has died,
and that he lives on in my heart.