It’s not easy saying goodbye, as we all know too well, but the time has come when we must part ways. It saddens me deeply, as you have been a very special and valued friend, but we have to move on.

You were a Godsend and a lifeline, during the darkest days of my life, when even God felt distant and out of reach. All it took was a phone call and you have been by my side, whenever I’ve needed you.

I found you all between the pages of the wonderful TCF Magazine, all of you, special and wonderful friends, the names behind the scenes, behind the poetry and heartrending outpourings of grief, and the many lessons of inspiration and hope. You were all crucial in propping me up, when I was devastated by grief and pain.

I turned to you in desperation, when my world felt out of control, and found complete understanding, and have clung on ever since. I’ve wept with you over the shared pain and smiled over the wonderful memories.

You soothed my soul and calmed my fears. You warmed my heart and gave me hope, courage and strength to face the future. We share something so personnel and private, so holy and sacrosanct, something that can only be shared with very few. You are all special, the Mums and Dads of children who have been taken too soon. We have an unbreakable bond.

Now, after five years, I feel brave and strong enough to take the next step in “the journey” and “move on,” (terms I abhor). Whilst leaning on you, I’ve learned to manage and control this horrendously crippling pain, which will be a part of my life for the rest of my days.

I cannot cut the ties completely, the bond is too strong. I will continue to attend my local monthly meetings, where I continue to find, and hopefully give, comfort and support.

My heartfelt gratitude for your special friendship and wonderful magazine.

May God bless you all.

Rosemary
Frankston TCF, Vic. Aust.
Mother of Randall-drowned 3/6/01.