Albie’s gift

13/06/2026

We toss and turn all night longing for sleep as we know how it is to dream.

We feel the weight of the world on our shoulders as we have experienced its wonders.

We cry tears that seep down the laughter lines on our faces as we have laughed.

And we miss people so very much because we were lucky enough to know such special souls

Grief is the price we pay for love, and I wouldn’t change that ever

13/06/2026

In case you ever foolishly forget…I’m always always thinking of you ❤️‍🩹

06/06/2026

💙📝✍🏻

https://www.inverness-courier.co.uk/news/who-is-the-real-me-behind-all-the-roles-i-play-436975/

"No one says 'Oh, I think I’ll be broken today', yet somehow it seeps into all parts of you. More below 👇

18/05/2026

Very first little steps made to Culloden Avenue…lots more exciting things coming soon ❤️

Thank you to Iain and Chainsaw Creations and Morrison construction for all the work!

I can’t wait to see it all done so you can all enjoy it.

16/05/2026

It shone through tragedy…❤️📝

https://www.inverness-courier.co.uk/news/it-has-prevailed-and-it-has-shone-through-tragedy-435076/

‘It has prevailed and it has shone through tragedy’: Daisy McKenzie, grieving the loss of baby son Albie, on how that one friend can make the difference. More below 👇

14/05/2026

Hey there Albie

I was listening to your playlist this morning whilst I did a long drive.
It’s full of sad songs about missing people, I think I need to change that. Mix in the happy songs you liked like the superhero song or going on a bear hunt.
Those should be your songs.
Nothing slow and sad.

As I drove it gave me time to think. To remember.

It’s been hard for me to do that recently, my minds been so busy.

There are actually many parts of you I have forgotten.
I hate to admit that. I’m sorry sweetie.
You’re so important every detail of your year’s existence should be imprinted in my mind.

I can’t remember if you loved a swing or seesaw best.
I can’t remember if you had a favourite tv show.
And I can’t even remember what we did on lazy Saturday mornings.
Oh how I wish I could remember each second of you.
Maybe one day those things will come back to me, maybe on another drive.

But today I could feel your legs push against my lap as you’d bounce up and down.

I could feel your cheeks so smooth and sort of firm, like a perfect little doll.

I seen your gummy smile so wide and big it spread across your whole face.

And I could smell you, a sweet milk scent that I just want to inhale.

I do remember you - maybe not all the stuff we did - but perfect little you.

And I know you Albie are not a sad song, you are the happiest of melodies.

And that makes me very very lucky.
To know you.
To love you
And to remember you.

06/05/2026

Do we have a choice?

When our mood is on the floor, do we have the choice to say no more.

When the tears fall from our eyes, do we have a choice to still then rise.

When our heart simply aches, do we have a choice to still to make

When our hand are trembling and shaking, do we have a choice to still awaken

When the days feel long, do we have a choice to carry on

And when the world constantly says no, we do have a choice to say ‘upwards we go.’

04/05/2026

I never underestimate the enormity of taking a breath.

Filling my lungs with either the fresh air of spring or the cosy candle scented air of winter. And all that comes in between.

It never ceases to amaze me that despite what’s happening in my mind my body keeps performing as it should, beat by beat of my broken heart.

I heard at a yoga class once ‘if you don’t feel like you want to - or can’t - do something ask your body to help you out’

I have done this often.

Ive asked my feet to carry me to meet the friend I thought of cancelling thinking I had no fun to offer. We ending up laughing over toasties and putting the world to rights.

Ive asked my legs to help me run the 5k I never thought I could, I did so slowly but surely and felt such pride in getting that medal placed around my neck.

I’ve asked my eyes to open see ahead a day of adventures I can create at 6am as my children look to me to start a day of fun. Their smiles made me smile.

I ask my hands to dial the number for NHS 24 when I hadn’t slept for days and could feel everything spiraling around me. They listened, they cared and they helped me make a plan.

I asked my mouth to say the words ‘I need help’ and suddenly, even though my words were shakey they were out there and I was not alone in this anymore.

So take the deep breath, allow your lungs to fill for you and ask your body to take you forward on the paths that may look treacherous at first but somehow end somewhere better.

It knows what to do.

Of course it does.

It’s you.

03/05/2026

Bereaved Mother’s Day feeling…

Waking up and dreaming of bedtime.

I go to the things, do the necessary, yet I am not there.
Not really.

Looking for something, anything, to awaken that fire.
My spark for life extinguished.

How can I be two faces. No one can know so no one can care.
They don’t know there’s any need to.
Maybe there isn’t.

Oh how my heart longs to beat with purpose, instead of beating so sluggishly it takes effort to simply survive.

I am so very lucky I know, but that just add to the feeling of sorrow.
To be ungrateful is not something to be strived for.

Waking up, standing tall, breathing in and out…yet quietly, so very quietly, screaming inside.

02/05/2026

Trying my writing hand at something a little different 💙
I’ll never take this life for granted, Albie would love to be here.
But it sure can be challenging
Grateful to you all for letting me share with you, feel free to let me know what you think, I’m a newbie to this!❤️

‘Maybe we are all kindered spirits.
Walking around looking for our people, the ones who get our weirdness and laugh at awkward jokes that others simply don’t get.

Maybe we are all a little broken.
Some of us from loss - loss of relationships, loss of loved ones we had planned our lives around, loss of ourselves even.

Maybe we are all dreamers.
Hoping for new ventures, for the boy to call back or exciting opportunities to come knocking. The hope of a better future.

Maybe we are all trying.
Setting that alarm so we can get up and try again at the job we once studied so hard for. Try to do something good, try to do something better.

Yes maybe, just maybe, we are all the same.

Beautifully broken dreaming beings walking around thinking we have to act ‘normal’

Oh wouldn’t it be easier if we all just dropped the act?

No show to perform.

You cannot do an encore. Nor do you get a rehearsal.

We have this one life.

What a terrifying privilege that is.’