How very softly you tiptoed into my world. Almost silently, only a moment you stayed.
Today is Jesse’s birthday.
In many ways, his birth was very much like that of others.
Except Jesse was still-born.
I knew he was dead before they induced labour.
The room was reverently quiet.
As if everyone there was a silent witness paying their first and last respects.
In a way, giving birth to Jesse was one of the most beautiful experiences I’ve ever had. He may have died within me, but I think being born was a rite of passage for him; and for me.
Had he lived, Jesse would be turning 22 today.
I have never really talked about him much.
Not because I wasn’t deeply affected by his death.
Because I was.
I felt him grow inside me.
I felt him move within.
I talked to him every day.
And I held his still body in my arms.
To me he was a person who lived
~ DIANA’S ENORMOUS BOOK OF QUOTES ~
Happy Birthday my son – until we meet again