IN MEMORY OF
miscarried August 6, 1994.
I was only 6 weeks along in my second pregnancy. I knew without a doubt that it
was a girl. It was a very strong feeling. When I found out that I was going to lose
my baby, my husband and I talked to her and chose a name for her. We felt that the
name Hope was appropriate because of the Hope she gave us. If she had made it, she
would now have a sister and two brothers. I still have the baby rattle that I bought
when I found out that I was pregnant. We hang it on our Christmas tree every year
in remembrance of our little angel.