The Last Time I Touched You
Stillborn is still born
You can’t say goodbye to someone, without first welcoming them
On december 24th 2010, our first son, Noël, was born. He died on december 22th, silently, cozily craddled in the warm and loving womb of his mother.
After 9 months of a beautiful pregnancy without any complications, 2 days before the calculated birth date, we learned that the heart of our unborn child had ceased to beat. And we welcomed him into the world in a beautiful, silent birth and said a final goodbye three days afterwards.
When I first learned that I will become a father, I decided to start writing a book. I planned to write about the adventures, the joy and the struggle as a father, about everything which I considered to be of value to my kid to know about our history, once it reached adult age. And so very sudden and abruptly, I was a father without a son, an author without an audience.
During the months of mourning, I kept writing and often wandered through the world, trying to capture the unspeakable in photographs and kept working on my book. An intimate conversation with my late son about the adventure of letting go.
