David went to school today to collect Jude’s things. It has taken us a long time to have the courage to do that but as it’s the end of term we thought we should.
I was at work and I’d put it out of my mind but he texted me to say how it was really lovely but really hard. I lost it and, for only the second time I had to leave. I drove in the inside lane all the way home as I struggled to see through my tears, rushed in the door and tore the lid off the large blue box.
It had all his work from his five months in primary one, an unopened Christmas present from his teachers, a book of condolence from the parents, photographs, his gym kit and letters and cards written by his classmates about what a good friend he was. It was really lovely but so so hard to look at. One of the worksheets asked what he was most looking forward to in Primary one and he’d said, “learning why Batman can’t fly”. He had high expectations my boy and I’m not sure that school quite rose to that.