Most people don’t get notice that they are going to lose their child. But then most don’t foster either.

The afternoon of November 12th, 1998 is as clear to me now as it was then.

They brought you home asleep. You had met your new parents for two hours. They were rushing the placement because they knew that a law was about to get signed…

That might have helped us?

I don’t know anymore anything except your sleeping face, the weight of your body curled in my arms.

I sat in the orange chair with light shafting over your face. I memorized you, us, this last pieta.

Losing a baby
Losing you
Changed everything