Its has been just over 3 and a half years since I lost my youngest daughter Zoe to this disease. Zoe was a beautiful child, not just on the outside but on the inside to. She had such a kind, caring nature and such a beautiful smile, but sadly had too short a time to show it,16 years was all this wicked illness gave her. She loved life and I along with her dad Steve, her oldest sister Bex, brother Joe and Sophie loved her dearly too.
Not a single day passes and we dont think of her, but now we have to live with the pain of her absense.
So many things remind me of Zo, seeing horses grazing in a field, knowing how much she loved to ride, hearing a song knowing that she sang so beautifully, seeing her friends getting married, knowing she would have been the most beautiful bride.
Losing a child has been described as the deepest loss, I along with Steve concur, nothing can prepare you for it. Even though you can pick up the pieces of your broken heart and maybe even glue it back together, the scars still remain.
Zoe’s short life had such an impact on so many people, the way she fought this disease with such courage and good grace endeared her to all that tried to help her.
So I along with some of Zoe’s friends, run to celebrate her remarkable life so cruelly cut short, surrounded by others who have had to endure similar loss and pain.