IN MEMORY OF
miscarried October 19, 1994.
I loved you so very much when I found out about you. I am so
very sorry that I could not be there for you and possibly save your life.
You were a special gift to me and even holding you before letting you go
was so very special. I am sorry I couldn't be a mother to you but I
would have been a good one. Smile. Your brother still feels the pain as
much as I do. I don't know some days if I can bear the pain of not
having you with me. I know you were a gift from God and sometimes God
needs his gifts returned. There is no consolation in the doctor's theory
that something was wrong and God couldn't bear to have you live a life
like that. He loved you enough not to have you like that. Besides, he
knew I would understand. Most of the time I do understand but other days
I just can't bear it. Of course, it has gotten easier. I don't sleep
with your picture under my pillow every night, just occasionally.
However, please don't think that means I love you any less.