We arrived at the church early, I felt hurried and tense, it was the day of my baby's funeral. We waited quietly in a side room as people arrived. The funeral director gently averted my attention to the little white casket waiting in the corner of the room. It was time to say goodbye...
As we were holding her, we fastened a tiny chain with a broken pendant around her neck. On it, we had engraved the word 'Mummy'. I wear the other half.
It is a physical reminder of a love lost, of a heart broken and of a piece of it that's missing...
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