I thought a wee bit about posting this, as it can be difficult for me to get the balance right in the writing.
Today would have been the 7th birthday of my Grandson Harris. When Harris was born he was very poorly with leukaemia, hyrdrops, anaemia and Down Syndrome. But he was a wee warrior and fought amazingly hard as doctors from all over the country provided input on such an unusual combination in a new born. Sadly he only survived for seven days, but he had a huge impact on everybody who came into contact with him and the way he fought to overcome his illnesses.
The loss of a Grandchild was compounded by the sorrow I also felt for my daughter and son in law in their loss. But we all moved forward in our own ways. Harris is my running buddy. With the Down Syndrome connection I run in “ odd socks” so he’s always with me when I run and we go on running adventures together , some of which I’ve written up into stories. These are read to Harris’s sister and brother who came after him and my daughter ensures they too keep his memory alive.
Six years ago, my daughter arranged for “ Harris‘s Heroes “ t-shirts for me, her and her two brothers and we all ran a half marathon together in his memory. I’ve worn that T-shirt a few times, including at this year’s London Marathon , although this time I had a running vest on top with “I’m running with Harris‘s Heroes. LondonMarathon 2023 “ on the back. Also printed on the back for each mile was the name of an individual baby sadly taken too soon , so at each mile I ran with a different baby , a bit like a relay for the 26 miles. The parents of the babies were contacts my daughter had made through SANDS, and wanted to have their baby remembered in this way. My abiding memory of that day is of running down The Mall with Harris , a huge smile on my face and imagining 25 other babies joining in hand in hand with us across the Mall for those final yards.
And we continue to hold Harris’s memory dear, and I continue to have my adventures with Harris . We all came through those desperate times , a bit sadder but a bit stronger too and my daughter and son in law continue to use the phrase “ Don’t Cry because it’s over; Smile because it Happened”