It is hard to believe that it has been three years that our son passed away. It may seem odd, but I can so easily picture what he would look like and his spunky personality, despite only knowing him as an infant. The memories of the day we learned of his passing are still so crystal clear.
For that, I am thankful.
To have carried him to 37 weeks and to lose him to a stillbirth is very unjust. The time surrounding the loss of a child is filled with so many things you never dreamed of…you go home empty handed all too soon.
There, in the silence of your home and the empty nursery, is when it really sinks in that you will never get those little things back. So I pray those memories never fade because they make him real.
We didn’t get the overnight feedings, the first smile, or the first belly laugh. Each memory we build on this path called life grounds us – it makes our existence real and fulfilled.
For our son, Jaxon, we hold strong to our memories of holding him, sharing him with our family, touching his curls, holding his fingers, and smelling his blankets. He was real and he is forever ours.
Happy 3rd Birthday, Jaxon!