When the breath left your tiny body, I didn’t know for sure that “it” had happened. I laid there, willing your chest to rise again, but it didn’t. We placed our hands over your heart as it slowed and eventually stopped just after 3:30am, still not appreciating that it was real. I held you untilContinue reading “I hope you know”
Memories, musings, and finding meaning after losing my one-year-old boy.
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