Today a candle burned on our dining room table all day. Beside it a tiny, hand-crocheted, pair of yellow booties that were given to me after our miscariage 6 years ago today. I like to do this every year to remember and respect that little life- no matter how short it was. I never blow out the rememberance candle but let it burn out itself. Today I misjudged the candle size and it will go out sometime tonight ... slipping away without hardly anyone noticing, similar to the life of our child.
Today we remember how fagile life is. We remember our little one who couldn't be with us.
Today we remember how fagile life is. We remember our little one who couldn't be with us.