Babies and memories

I was walking in downtown Orlando after a movie, and on my way back to my car ,I happened across a church with a memorial garden and went in to investigate. There was a statue, a fountain and a bench. Behind the fountain I found several walls lined on one side with square plaques, some with names , many were blank. When I looked closer at the names and dates ,I noticed that more than a few that were babies. Babies that were stillborn, and also some that lived one day or maybe a week. One set of twins. It struck a cord in me, as I had two stillborn babies, and will always morn them. During the years I had the two babies, there was no "breavement group" that came to council you in the hospital. The hospital generally ignored you. You were on your own to deal with the aftermath of such a sucker punch.

I wondered about these families. All of these children have one or two parents that remember the birthdays . There may be no one else that remembers the day of their births , but I am sure the parents still do. No balloons, cake, or gifts mark the birthdays of these babies. There are no photo albums showcasing the first haircut, first steps , first birthday or first Christmas, but they are no less loved. Every year I mark the day of my childrens birth and how old they would be. I try to find ways to make sure they are remembered. I always will.