Every once and a while I will coast through blogsphere – topic of subject normally being a bereaved parent.
One recently I stumbled on was a 3rd trimester stillborn loss. The mother posted a picture of her gorgeous, perfect son – I mean it when I say he was perfect in every way, apart from being alive. We don’t have pictures of Amelie in her death state but unfortunately our mind is a very powerful instrument and can pull up any image you might have in that yottabyte storage system.
It’s horrific…the image. Yet she was peaceful and gorgeous.
There’s no point to this blog really. But I know for some who read this, who have held a dead child – you know what I mean. You know – living or dead – our kids were perfect.