The Compassionate Friends of WA always send me a card of comfort at this time of year.

Every day without my son is difficult and some days are worse than others. I think this time of year is probably the hardest of all to even get out of bed. The 24th January 2016 changed our lives forever in the most tragic way with Kyles death. I was overseas on my honeymoon when I received the call the next morning and we flew home on the first flight we could get on the 26th (Australia Day). Forever more Australia Day will be the day I remember seeing my son in the morgue and realising the awful truth that there had not been some horrible mistake – it really was him! My baby boy was dead and I was heartbroken beyond imagination.

I will never recover from this, and it has lead to my loosing my job and career, and deterioration in my health. Not being able to see Cash, Kyle’s son, who will soon be 6 years old, is an added dagger to my heart. The loss is indescribable and not what his father would want. I can only trust Karma to take care of this and one day my little Gingernut Biscuit will come looking for his father’s family who love him.

On the 24th Jan 2022 we took some flowers up to the crash site at Gigiganup in the morning.

In the evening art 5.30pm we met Christina (Kyle’s sister) and her children, Amy (10), Connor (6) and Piper (4) at Pinnaroo and put more flowers from my Mum and Dad and my Sister, Jacky there. The cheeky kangaroos were eating them even as we stood there!

We then went back to Christina’s home for dinner in Kyle’s honour.