Tonight is the memorial for a babe. We're going to the lake and read and cry and release lanterns that float and dissolve in the air.
I volunteered to read what the parents wrote. I just practiced in my living room. The katz scored me (4.5) and the dog licked my hand. Then he jumped up and barked. I think her was alerting me to the aliens landing in the back yard. Now he's on the deck barking. I feel safe with him around.
Babies don't all make it. In my work, the grief is sometimes unbearable. But bear it we must.