We went to your memorial today. It should have been your first birthday party. I met your mom from grief, misfortune. My first baby, "Puck" (it was playoff time), was due 1-11-12. That's the date I remember from all my pregnancies. Just five days after you, and it was supposed to be at the same hospital. We live around the corner from your family and if destiny went a different way, I would have likely met your mom from the mommy group at the community centre.
The service was beautiful, your dad spoke eloquently, your mom was brave, and your big sis Esme was as cute as can be (I refrained from pinching her cheeks - this time). It was the first time I saw your picture - oh what big cheeks you have! Just like Esme.
You beautiful, sweet, baby boy.
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