15/10/2026
💙 THE WAY OF THE FATHER 💙
At Mortlake Crematorium, we recognise the importance of remembering every baby and supporting all those who grieve, including the dads who carry their loss with them throughout their lives.
Mark, Dad of Christian and James, and photographer at Remember My Baby, has written the following poem, which he has kindly given permission to share.
THE WAY OF THE FATHER
The way of the father is being met in the hospital corridor to be told, “I’m sorry, we’ve done everything we can.”
The way of the father is whispering through tears to his baby. “I’m so sorry there’s nothing I could do.”
The way of the father is to walk with shoulders back, carrying an empty baby seat to the hospital carpark.
The way of the father is making the phones calls he never imagined he’d have to make. For some reason he feels ashamed that he’ll return to the office no longer and expecting Dad.
The way of the father is phoning a friend two years after the offer was made to talk. Just that reassurance has kept him comforted. He’s shared that he’s published a book to help himself make sense of it all and hopefully offer some comfort to others.
The way of the father is joining a football team of bereaved dads and to have his baby’s name embroidered under the badge. A brotherhood he never imagined he’d join. Their messages sent on the anniversary fill his heart like nothing else.
The way of the father is to decide to run a marathon in memory of his baby, he hopes with all his heart that the sponsorship he’ll raise will go towards preventing others having to go through the same. Above all, his baby’s name is lifted high in remembrance.
The way of the father is to quietly, and alone, pour out tears as he goes through a memory box of photographs and hand prints decades later. He knows he’ll feel better in a while, but even after all these years, something deep down needs to grieve once again.
The way of the father is to meet again, on days just like these to remember together with those who truly understand.