We buried Owen with my Mom. When I say this I mean that because he was so small we were actually able to dig down and place him right on top of her. On good days, I actually get some peace from knowing that they have each other now. There was no one who loved infants more than my Mom.
I don’t remember much of the service. In the great kindness of the universe, my milk came in that day. I was in so much pain. It was hot and I was still bleeding heavily. I remember my brother hugging me like he would never let me go. I remember JD beside me holding my hand. I remember my father rubbing my back while I stared at the tiny coffin. Mostly, I remember the heat.
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