Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
“Has Dad told you not to talk about the hospital?”
“No.”
“Grandma?”
“No.”
“Aunt Nora?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
I kissed his forehead.
“Has Dad told you not to talk about the hospital?”
“No.”
“Grandma?”
“No.”
“Aunt Nora?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
I kissed his forehead.
