7 Months without him
August has come and gone... one more month has passed here on earth. I have somehow, in ways unbeknownst to me, managed to survive now, for SEVEN whole months without my baby boy. I have gone 7 months without seeing his precious face, without hearing his cries. I have gone seven months without kissing his toes and watching them as they grow. In the Month of September, I have now had reason to recognize that many many families all over the world are missing their babies on Stillborn Remembrance Day. As September hurries by, we are closer and closer coming to the date of The annual Walk to Remember held by the support group I belong to. Each family in and around DFW, gather their family members and walk to remember their baby(ies). Each family is give a balloon to release in honor of their baby and a Christmas ornament to hang on their tree. I look forward to this day. Also as September progresses, I will once again become...