'WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY GORDON? THAT I'M GOING TO BE OKAY? BECAUSE I'M NOT SURE I'M GOING TO BE!' Shouted Jill. She and Gordon were in the house alone and an argument had erupted. She was struggling to cope with the loss of their child and he was unsure how to handle her.
'That's not what I'm saying Jill. I want you talk to me about how you feel' reasoned Gordon, trying to calm the situation down.
'YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW I'M FEELING? I FEEL AS IF MY LIFE'S BEEN RIPPED APART! AS IF I'M STUCK IN A BAD DREAM! I HAVEN'T FALLEN OVER AND GRAZED MY KNEE GORDON, I'VE LOST MY SON!' Jill walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, leaving Gordon to trail behind her.
'And so have I! You're not the only one who's lost a child Jill! I was there as well, you know.'
'BUT YOU DIDN'T CARRY HIM FOR NINE MONTHS, FEEL HIM MOVE, GIVE BIRTH TO HIM'
'No, but I dreamt of our future. Watching him grow up...'
'Why did this happen to us?' Questioned Jill as she crumbled to the floor beside the sofa and sobbed. Gordon, who now stood meters from the door way, joined his wife on the floor encased her against him.
'I don't know love, I really don't know' He soothed, holding her tight and stroking her hair 'but he's at peace now and we will get through this, I promise... I love you'