It hits me. 8 months later. Just sitting watching TV.
Just another US Drama, just another normal night, there on my TV, removal of a brain bleed, the brain all exposed, skull removed.
It’s then it comes back, it’s then I start to cry, it’s then I realise that 8 months ago nearly to the day my Superhero was laying with his skull removed, with his brain exposed with a tube draining blood.
How could my sweet then 6-year-old boy have been like that ?
I feel sick.
But he is here.
I am eternally grateful. He is my light on a dark day, he makes me smile. 
