Haze was my child.

They were intelligent, creative, funny, thoughtful, sensitive, and deeply loved.

Haze also struggled deeply with their mental health and with the world around them. On the 7th May 2021, at the age of 15, Haze died by suicide.

There is no way to fully explain the impact of losing a child.

Some days grief feels heavy and obvious. Other days it appears quietly — in music, in memories, in places, in the sea, in clouds, in birds overhead, or in moments where I still instinctively want to share something with them.

Haze loved music, creativity, humour, gaming, and self-expression. They explored identity bravely and openly, and their life continues to shape how I understand love, pain, compassion, and what it means to truly see another person.

This page is not intended to be a complete story of Haze’s life, nor a place defined only by tragedy.

It is simply a quiet space of remembrance.

Over time, I may share memories, reflections, music, artwork, projects connected to remembrance, and moments where Haze still feels present in my life and in the lives of the people who loved them.

Haze mattered.

Haze was loved.

And Haze is remembered.

Dad