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.
Thinking about you today Candace...i just cant even imagine the pain of losing a child. Much love to you as always~
ReplyDeleteThank you Becki, for your love & support.
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