Dearest baby,
I still think about you every day.
What you could have been.
Who you would have looked like.
I think I’m crazy most days, because by lots of definitions – you never were. You were gone before I even knew you were there. How can I miss you? The very idea of you? I think I miss you because you were so very wanted. Because I don’t know if they will ever be another of you. Because I loved you before you even existed that short time. I think of you often, and can’t express how sorry I am that you are gone.
Love,
The Mom that Almost Was
