This afternoon it was time.
I took the little blue box, from the Tiffany bracelet which my husband had bought me as a remembrance, and gently placed her tiny remains inside, along with the letter I had written, and tied the white ribbon back around the box.
With a heavy heart I put the box into the hole my husband had dug, and together we covered it over with dirt. Several times I had to stop as I simply could see through my tears.
I planted the Olive tree then fell sobbing into his arms.
She is in her final resting place.
Less than a minute after we had finished, the rain started. Not as heavy as the storms we had last Saturday - the evening we lost her - but they have been steady all evening. It seems fitting.
I miss my baby so much, and I will never get to hold her in my arms.
I took the little blue box, from the Tiffany bracelet which my husband had bought me as a remembrance, and gently placed her tiny remains inside, along with the letter I had written, and tied the white ribbon back around the box.
With a heavy heart I put the box into the hole my husband had dug, and together we covered it over with dirt. Several times I had to stop as I simply could see through my tears.
I planted the Olive tree then fell sobbing into his arms.
She is in her final resting place.
Less than a minute after we had finished, the rain started. Not as heavy as the storms we had last Saturday - the evening we lost her - but they have been steady all evening. It seems fitting.
I miss my baby so much, and I will never get to hold her in my arms.
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