8 today.

A couple of days ago I was honored to be asked to by a good childhood friend of mine to join her today in a yearly celebration and mourning ritual of hers, even though we live in two different states.

Her first child, and son, was born and also died 8 years ago today.  I cannot even begin to fathom what pain she did, an continues to go through, especially on his birthday.

May little C smile down on his family, and my friend remember that he will one day be reunited with her again, and that she will always be his mother.