Thirty Years On Today: Burying Oliver Mark Wadey

They say that time heals — I beg to differ. It may cloud and diminish generalities, but on this day, every year, the pain is still the pain that only the gut wrenching sorrow that the loss of a child can bring. True that pain is confined to this day and this day alone and in spite of all my efforts and strategies over the years to cope with it, deal with it, or even try to ignore it altogether, I never quite manage to do so.

Some years it hits the night before, when he first became ill, most years it hits early in the morning when we awoke to find him dying from meningococcal meningitis. Some years, I remember the call to the doctor in the early evening the day before telling me not to worry and that it was only a cold and to go to bed and get some rest myself.

I still feel the guilt of doing just that because that is what he told me to do. I will never ever forget the sound of the breathing machine which, for 15 minutes, allowed me to believe that my 9-week-old son was pulling around and was going to recover.

Some years, it creeps up on me, lurking in the background, a feeling of unease and slight nausea, malaise and discontent.

Time does not answer the why, the exactly how has never been really answered, either. Nobody has been able to answer why my baby got meningitis, no one else in the family contracted it or were carrying it. They can only tell me it was highly unusual strain, that it attacked a vulnerable baby and very quickly caused his death.

Time does not take away the anger either — it does help you refine your anger from anger at the world and at everyone to anger at the disease — but that in itself is not enough so you are angry with yourself. You are angry at yourself for listening to the doctors, for not insisting they saw your child earlier — even though common sense tells you differently, and medical science tells you that if he had lived and made it through he would almost probably have been doubly incontinent, deaf and blind, and possibly quadriplegic and brain-damaged as well.

In taking on this anger you also take on some of the blame and the guilt that goes with it.

All things considered, it being a big bad anniversary today has been better than most years — the fact that I have written this maybe indicates that for me time is 30 years, and that after 30 years I can at last look at this more with a rational mind rather than an emotional mind.

However the “what ifs” still linger… and probably always will.

R I P Oliver Mark Wadey
Born: Dec 15th 1982
Time of Birth: 3.42 am
Weight: 9 lb 8 oz

Died: Feb 17th 1983
Time of Death: Registered as 6.12 am
Cause of Death: Suppurative Meningococcal Meningitis

18 comments

  • This is such an alarming article, Nicola! Raw and disquieting. When you sent it to me to read, I could not read it very well through all the tears. It was difficult to look you in the eye reading this because your pain is so great and insurmountable.

    I am honored you wrote this for us, and to share it with us, and to let us understand what drives some of your pains and fires your demons. Today, and every year here on, we will all remember Oliver Mark Wadey with you, and shall all be better for sharing the memory.

    Thank you.

    • After further thoughts last might and again as I awoke and again this morning , there is another reason why now was the right tiime – apart from my eldest daughter who was a 17 month old toddler at the time – threre is no-one else alive who knew him – his father passed away from cancer last year. Once again thank you for your understanding and allowing me to share here.

  • I never would have thought such beautiful writing as yours had such a back story. You have truly won me over with this article. He was beautiful and will definitely always hold a special place in my mind from now on. He will not be forgotten.

  • Nicola my beautiful daughter died 30 days ago! I am petrified that the pain and longing will not go away. I am so sorry for your loss! People are already telling me to move on…I cannot imagine what you are facing! Cyber hugs to you.

    • I have just been to visit your blog , I am still crying for your loss and your beautiful daughters pain. I do not have words to express the courage shown by you and your daughter as her life drew to its inevitable conclusion.

      I cannot imagine what I would feel in your situation , what I do know is that you are are remarkable woman , you have immense courage and I know that you will find your own way through this , one day at a time with the love and support of those around you.

      My heart goes out to you and yours.

  • Lonniie by your kinds words you have already shared some of that pain, thank you .

  • Thank you for your kind words too Brielle – I feel comforted that he will not be forgotten and that others will take up my memories and he will live on through them.

  • What a beautiful memorial, Nicola. We shall keep the memory of this incredible soul alive in this blog!

  • Thank you for telling us about your sorrows. I feel for your situation. I am glad you decided to share what you know with others. I know you will help other people like you who might also be feeling the same as you for 30 years.

    • I am so glad the internet is here – not just for me but for others – looking around today in response to peoples comments and posts there is so much more information available not just medical information, but “how to live with” information and “how to cope afterward” information. The latter is usually peoples personal account of how they made it out of the dark – they have all found various ways of moving forward – I so wish I had been able to access just some of that when I needed it most.

  • Nicola, I read it the day you posted it…. couldn’t reply. Needed a few days in between to calm down. I can’t say “I understand”…. that would be sheer hypocrisy. I only wanted to thank you for writing.

  • Thank you for telling your story. I hope the next 30 years will not be quite so hard. You write so well.

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