8 years ago. I was filled with so much excitement. I was filled with so many hopes and dreams. I would imagine like any what my baby boy would be like, how those first few months would be, whether he would look like Mummy or Daddy. I dreamed to his future, the excitement one day he would make me a grandparent, one day he would have his first day at school. The grief still 7 years for me most certainly never settles. I still crave so much for my Superhero. So much for me.