When talking with my nephew at his daughter’s funeral service yesterday he mentioned this experience of losing a baby made them remember “his Uncle Craig” and it took me a moment to register that thought…I’m his Aunt Valerie.
Craig was my mother’s second child. Craig Richard was born on October 19, 1951, three years after my older brother and two years before me. He lived for five hours. My mother never talked about that experience. He is buried at Ft. Snelling along side our mother and father.
I am sorry for the double family loss. Yours and that of your nephew.
Back in the day, people were not so inclined to talk about death of a baby or even other loved ones. I’m thankful that has changed.
Thanks Audrey.
Your thought did not cross my mind before, but you are right…people didn’t talk about death in those years. Thanks for reminding me.