Time

Hallo Billy Buuz, Mummy wanted to write here for a while and this month has gone really fast. It was your Daddy's birthday a few days ago and as usual we shared a cake with you. The candles are still being lit on your grave and at home. Mummy's finished the book and now thinking about raising awareness more. So Mummy started a Facebook page which is good, but Mummy realised Mummy has to do the posts in English and Mongolian because people who are following the page are from different countries and speak different languages. Mummy can do in those two languages at least. English is a wide spread language and the Mongolians who told Mummy that they don't understand English can read in Mongolian.

Mummy has been tearful recently, not so sure why. Mummy is missing you a lot. They say time helps, but Mummy finds that's not true sometimes. Anyway, your sisters and brother are good to have, keeping Mummy busy. Your baby sister is walking. Hurray. Well, with one hand held mostly, but it's good she is doing it. She can talk well though. Today Mummy was out walking with her at the beach and Mummy sang badly. She said: Mummy, no. Please. It was so funny. Mummy realised she was copying your big brother and sister. Sometimes, Mummy and daddy do silly things to wind them up. So there we are.

The summer is almost here. You would think it's almost the end of May and we can wear summer clothes, but not this year. Mummy's wearing a couple of layers at least to keep warm.

Mummy is thinking of making a documentary or some kind of film based on or around the book. Suddenly, Mummy bumps into people who might be able to help. Yesterday, in a supermarket this guy who lectures in Film and TV stopped and talked to Mummy about the idea and offered suggestions. It's lovely to have a goal and focus. Mummy starts to notice things more then.

Ok, baby boy. Mummy's lovely boy. It's so unreal, you are not here. Yet, you are here. Love you so much. Kissing your red head. XXXX