IN MEMORY OF
BRETT A. BAKER
stillborn May 27th, 1998.
by Your mommy, Julie and your big sister, Becka:
I went on my due date, expecting to maybe be dilating, not hear the words “we can not find a heartbeat“. Much time has passed; my beautiful red-headed son would be eight. He looked so perfect. But he was not meant to live beyond the womb. He changed my life; I wouldn't change having been pregnant to not have to have gone through the grief. I still hurt but it is so much less now; after all, I will have a lovely little boy to greet me in heaven. The words “time heals all“, as much as I hate them, do have merit.