The hardest part about looking for an urn for my baby was having to acknowledge my baby's death. Each picture I looked at, every description of dimension and size – it was like being told over and over again the baby has passed away.
Louie's words, We're doing this for Calvin. Read More
I was randomly opening up an old journal and found this in an entry dated October 30, 2001:
(Oh yeah, more of Dream 2):
was pregnant but it was weird. it's like a bubble. belly button is popping out. Go to the doctor's. I'm fine. tell Louie we're going to have a Read More
It wasn't until I was on my way to work that I remembered dreaming about Calvin.
It was almost like the day in the hospital, when they brought him into the room so we could hold him. Except he was much bigger. He had hair. His skin was no longer dark Read More