Day 23 (Fri 28th April 2006): I have been a good boy today. I do get a little grouchy in the late afternoons though. Papa says it's because I have alot of wind in the stomach. But actually it's because I want to sleep, but can't!

Papa says he misses mummy the most when he is alone. He says his head hurts so very much. The more he remembers, the more it hurts. The more he tries to forget, the more he is reminded.

He wishes he had a chance to tell mummy all the things he wanted her to know before she left this earth. There were too many things left unsaid. And this hurt the most. Papa says that mummy so deserved to be with me. That he would have willingly given his life for hers. If only so she could cradle me in her arms, cuddle me to her bossom and caress me with her lips. Papa says that mummy so looked forward to growing old with me. Life has been callous. Mummy dearest, hold me tight in my dreams, wipe the tears from Papa's tired eyes and comfort us all when we are in soulful slumber with your heavenly presence. Good night mummy.