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April 09, 2011


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Thank you for sharing this story. My baby would have been almost 7 months old, but he was born still. He was/is my only child so far and if I can have another baby, I hope that that baby will never forget his older brother. Reading this post reassures me that maybe, just maybe, that baby won't and Jacob's memory will live on after I am gone.

My twin lived Nov. 1979 to March 1980. It was very eerie to read your words...it is hard for people who haven't grown up in the shadows of a dead baby/sibling to understand.

I went to visit her grave last year for the first time in over 10 years...with children in tow.

I choked back tears the entire time, while clearing the grave and wishing I had brought flowers.

Glad I'm not the only one who deals with things like this.

So lovely and heartbreaking and uplifting all at the same time.

Bundle of thanks for sharing the story.This is a real way of getting it done,God bless you!

It is important to remember so we can cherish what we have now. Thank you for reminding me.

What a blessing from above... as it turns out to be. :)

Heartbreakingly beautiful, Kristen. Thank you for sharing.

Thank you for sharing that.

Sending a hug your way!

Thank you for sharing this story, K. I, too, had a sister...she was born prematurely when I was 6 and never came home from the hospital. I grew up thinking of this as something that "happened" to my mom. Only now as I get older, and watch my parents and my children get older, do I wish I grew up with her.

Thinking of you.

I'm just coming to terms with my missing brother, the one who died days after birth, long before I was born. When we buried my dad, we found out for the first time that the baby was buried in the same gravesite. Even my mom did not know that - my dad had just "taken care of things" and never told her.

I'm sorry you lost your baby sister. That must be so hard.

Funny the way they know.


I wasn't prepared for that either. Really give you perspective. Thank you.

Unimaginably powerful post.
My husband's brother died at the age of 2/12, just before my husband was born. Painful for my MIL's remaining 73 years.

My cousin - born 10 years after my grandmother's passing - has an uncanny resemblance to the relative she never met, sharing personality as well as physicality. If only I believed in reincarnation.... Thank you for sharing your sister with us. I can only imagine the wave of emotions you felt this weekend.

I was so not prepared for that ... trying not to bawl into my muffin now.
BTW, my daughter's birthday is August 27th. I'll be thinking of your sister as I squeeze my little one on May 8th.

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