In case my title is confusing: nope, not planning to quit blogging anytime soon.
If you've been visiting The Good Weekender for quite some time (thank you by the way! ❤❤❤) you might have noticed the posts have been embarrassingly sporadic lately. 

Many of my favourite bloggers hit "slumps" like this from time to time — several seemed to never come out of one and quit blogging altogether too, sadly — so I know this is normal for anyone who owns a blog. 

This is by far the hardest post I have had to write. I've been putting it off because I didn't know how to start it. I still don't. But I'm doing so anyway because I've come to the realisation that writing this post could help me deal with my loss, and assist in me moving on, even though a huge part of me doesn't want to move on.

(I have to warn you that this post would be very wordy. It's been in my Draft for days and days, and very unrefined. Also, I have to let you know that this post is being written more for me, for my sake, than for an audience. You may choose to stop reading whenever, of course. I wouldn't mind, even if I knew you did stop.)

My baby Gandalf passed away. My beautiful, beautiful baby boy. Three weeks ago. In the comfort of his room, with his Mamma next to him.

When you look at my photos on this blog, do you think that I look oppressed?
When you read my stories here, is there any part of you that believe I need "saving" of any kind?