|Talin's hand painted rose - a symbol of hope|
I'm not sure why this story of a stranger struck such a chord with me - perhaps it is as simple as the empathy you bubble over with when you become a parent, and you easily find affinity with any tale that involves a small child. This was a little boy who was the same age as my nephew, lived within suburbs of him, and was once as fresh faced, cheeky and innocent as any other child his age. He became like my little moral, subconscious compass - at times when I was sweating the small stuff he'd pop into my mind and I would remember... What have I to worry about really in comparison to what his family were suffering through so bravely, so openly, always with positivism and hope?
I kept watch over Talin's facebook page compelled to keep he and his family constantly in my thoughts and prayers, hoping that there would be some sort of miracle come to pass that would see this sweet little boy returned to full health. But so sadly, this was not to be the case. 3 months and 4 days on from his mother receiving the most horrific news of this completely unexpected illness and his family were being forced to say their untimely goodbyes.
Facebook has been awash with sympathy - you might notice many of "Talin's Rose" paintings popping up (like I've displayed above) on your page to help honour his memory. And if this is the first time you have come across this story, please watch this beautiful piece on Talin's tale here - then go and hug tight someone you adore. Go and chase that dream, go and live your life while you have breath inside you and health to define you.
Farewell little Talin Hawkins, aged 6 years, one month and 3 days... Although that is not nearly enough time for which to have graced this earth, I am sure your presence will be forever felt. Fly freely with your angels wings, far from pain, secure in eternal love x