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I’ve posted Bristol Rovers content on here solidly for a little over a year, but for once I’d like to post about something real. Today my first son, Jase, would have been 3 years old. Heartbreakingly, he passed away the day after he was born. On days like this I never really know what to do with myself. I struggle to navigate the inner workings of my brain. It’s a mixture of love, but ultimately then comes the tidal wave of grief, and that feeling overrides the former every single time. The grief of a life that never got to be had. I wonder how many Rovers games he would’ve been to by now & who his favourite player would be. These things, I suppose, are normal but my God it hurts. There’s no real point in this post, other than to talk about my son and keep his memory alive by mentioning his name - because, although he was only here a short while, he was here. I see so many men who bottle & hide things up inside, and that ultimately is a leading factor in us being the biggest ‘statistic’ of suicide globally. I’m trying to break that stigma, before it breaks me in the future, and I have heard that writing about things can be hugely cathartic for some, so I thought I’d give it a go. I will talk. So yes, I do have a son named Jase, who I loved dearly & I miss him every day. Happy birthday my son 💙