"But then, I invite it. This pain makes me feel close to Otis. This raw, physical ache makes me really FEEL that I miss him. I invite the grief, I invite the crying, I invite the emptiness, I invite the sadness. The longing I have to hold my son; that's the one thing that makes me realise I'm still his mummy, regardless of where he is now. The pain in my chest and the aching of my arms to hold my son; it reassures me that he was HERE. That he DID exist. That he was (and is) a little person who DID grace the Earth, even if he didn't stay too long." The harsh reality of being a mummy to a child born in to Heaven.