IN MEMORY OF
miscarried July 7, 1997.
My Dear David,
Who would have known that a baby we weren't sure we were ready for would hurt us so
bad with his departure. So quietly you left me. I feel so alone and empty, and the
words to a Barry Manilow song echo in my mind. "When will our eyes meet, when can I
touch you, when will this strong yearning end, And when will I hold you again???" I
know someday you and I will meet, and until then, you are always with me.
I love you David Ethan, and I am so sorry that you had to go.