I am so sorry for your pain and loss. With the birth of each child we see a life full of joy, captured moments and pride in their accomplishments. There is no room in this picture for sorrow. Hugs, kisses, wisdom to share – we can do all those, but mortuaries and cemeteries, they are not on the list. I live near a cemetery, one we often passed by noting a grave being dug signaling that there would be mourners coming soon. That was their reality, not mine. But it came to be mine and now I don’t pass by, I stop. My son is buried there. My son died by suicide. I don’t want to give him up, but I had to release him to the earth, all but his heart which I carry deep within mine.