It's so hard to believe that it's been nearly a year since we held our son, or gave him a kiss. That's what is hardest, knowing that we'll never feel those chubby little arms around our necks again, or get a wet 'special' kiss from him, or hear him call out 'Mummy' or 'Daddy'. The pain is still as raw and the tears still flow as easily. Our little man has gone and we're still here. It's just so wrong. He had such a good life ahead of him, surrounded by people that loved him to bits and thought the world of him. Now we just have our memories but how they make us laugh at times. Remembering him dancing with Daddy to the theme tune of 'Stuart Little' or showing us his robot dance, the days of walking round in Mummy's boots or chasing him around the garden trying to get him into the car. They never fail to bring a smile to our face, or a tear to our eyes. Danny, you are missed so much everyday, but we still talk about you all the time and you are in our thoughts continually. Keep shining bright darling x