Anyways, I keep coming across memories of my pregnancy and Lily's life. Today I found information from the funeral home where Lily went after leaving the hospital... instead of home with me. Her name was on this instead of a birth certificate. Instead of paying for newborn photos, we were charged for funeral and burial services.
In a strange way it was comforting to have her burial. It was a visible reminder to others that she was a real little girl with a real body that had to be honored with dignity. A place to have a headstone placed. She wasn't an idea or a dream. She didn't just disappear when she died. She had a precious 7 pound 9 ounce 21 inch little girl's body. 😔 💔
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