Remembering Rèmy Aniseko, a fighter til the end. My sweet son with Taka Aniseko passed away last night, miscarried at Middlemore Hospital in South Auckland at just 17 weeks and six days. He was our hopes and dreams… our catalyst for change.
We spent an hour watching his tiny heart beat after a traumatic journey from womb to hospital room. All the fears and morphine-resistant pain melted when we saw him; perfect and long, tiny hands, tiny feet… Taka’s nose.
We are surrounded by immense love from family and friends, but this freshly broken heart will endure darkness. The path ahead is paved with tears and memories, haunting self-doubt… each day will be an effort to think positively when part of me knows your loss cripples me and I am in pieces.
This evening we watched the sunset over Mangere. A reminder that time will heal, and that there is always light after darkness. Rèmy, baby, rest in love and peace. You have made an indelible mark on our lives and we will never be the same.
On the last night, we prepared the Tongan ngatu, Samoan siapo and Fijian masi that Rèmy will be buried in. This was the hardest night. There is a thick fog over South Auckland, it is bitterly cold. Tomorrow we will bury Rèmy at Manukau Memorial Gardens.