By Peter Stanford
The demise of a kid is seldom mentioned. this can be if you happen to event such tragedies, the surprise and the loss.
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I shall never forget the afternoon when we learned the awful truth. It was February 1958 and I had just discovered I was pregnant again. ) Paul, almost 2, had been admitted to our local hospital for a hernia operation and for some unexplained reason the house doctor had asked to see me. ’ he began, idly checking the papers on his clipboard. I nodded. ‘Well,’ he announced in fractured English, ‘you know child is not normal. ’ Just like that, off-hand, uncaring. ‘Not normal’. ‘Gargoylism’!! I had a sickening vision of grotesque stone figures, water gushing out of their drooling mouths.
After all, that day taught me the truth: which is that, however safe and warm and bright and happy a sunny day might be, it can all be swept away in seconds. And if it is, nothing will ever be the same again. The day I am remembering was 19 July 1972. The weather, as I say, was perfect: it was one of those endless, school holiday days, the kind of day when children like us spent our entire day outside, playing in the garden, going to call on friends nearby, and wandering back and forth between their houses and our own.
My mother was expecting another baby; 41 Death of a Child and when a little boy arrived, 14 months after her death, we were all carried along on a new wave of excitement and activity. Added to which, just before the baby was actually born, my parents decided that it would be better for all of us if we made a fresh start, and moved away from Manchester where we’d always lived, to the small Pennine town of Mytholmroyd. Being in a new area seemed to give our family a new start, and make us move on from Clare more quickly than if we’d stayed in the house where she’d spent her life.