Whilst 'still here' could be referring to the unplanned and rather long absence from writing on this blog, it's actually referring to Monkey. Woke up this morning to Pickle insisting I go into his room to listen to a CD he's rediscovered (on the CD player he's recently rediscovered in his very untidy bedroom)!
Wotsit's in there too. "Mummy, you have to listen to this." I flop down on Pickle's bed (it is 6.30am on a Sunday morning after all). Pickle hits play and climbs on to the bed. Wotsit follows. We have the best cuddle and then Pickle says "I think I would cry Mummy if instead of Bonnie, it said Alex. Bring back my Alex to me..." Me too Pickle. Me too.
He jumps up and shows me on a piece of paper a list of numbers. "These are the songs that remind us of Alex, Mummy".
I'm not sure how number two son became such a sensitive soul. I suspect it does stem from us losing Monkey when he was so young; perhaps it's something about the way I was when he was little. I don't know but I hope he can harness it in some way as he grows up.
Anyway, Monkey - it is wonderful to know that you are still here. Not only in my thoughts but in their's too.