November creeps in … the hole of Owen’s death starts to bleed again. I find myself having the ugly cries in church – every Sunday.
Today marks two years since I last saw Owen alive, since he drank his last bottle, smiled his last smile and took his last breath
Lately I’ve been thinking about how much I would love to be able to go back to being in the hospital with Owen. Everything felt
We took Owen’s crib down. The very place our sweet child stopped breathing. The crib bumper and mobile were the last things our precious baby
More waiting. We met with the BloodCenter of Wisconsin about Owen’s donations/gifts. Filled put all kinds paperwork. Was asked all kinds of family medical questions.