Some people get it. Some know that you want your child to be remembered. That he died and yet you want to always keep something so that the world won’t forget he was here. To prove he was here.
I have his life time in a box the hospital gave my husband.
My friend thought I would like the one she had made for him. She was very, very right. Other than his urn, this is one of the only things with his name on it. She sent this to all the way from England. It’s gorgeous!
I have no reason to write his name anymore. No forms to fill out. No cards to sign his name to. Nothing.
A proper place for Xavier’s things. A place for us to look through. With his name on the front. It is his. Most definitely.