When someone close to us dies, part of the grieving process is that we don't want to forget them and we don't want others to forget that individual either. When a mother loses a child that same thing holds true. She never forgets. April 12th was the due date of the first baby that I miscarried. I've never forgotten that child even though afterwards God gave us Jamie, Heather and Jody. And I believe with all my heart that when I get to heaven there will be a reunion with that baby.
In the same way, April will always be the month that the twins were due. Two precious little girls that we never met, never held, never cuddled, never celebrated a single birthday. And yet they are part of the fabric of our family. They are waiting for us in heaven. And this month they would have been 5 years old.....I love you precious girls and can hardly wait to meet you some day.