I have created a memory shelf in the living room. On it are placed things from his life: a high school photo, his gaming dice and “Dungeons & Dragons” book; “Scappy” one of his stuffed animals; his memorial program.
After the funeral, my son’s adoptive dad offered photos and keepsakes to take home. I didn’t take many. They didn’t hold meaning for me; they weren’t “my” memories…. Fortunately my husband encouraged me to collect some things. He reminds me that these things will help us stay connected, give us a window into who he was…
I just don’t have many things that represent us – both of us – together, but I have some, which is more than many birth mothers have.
And I am grateful to have them.