Yesterday was our son's memorial. Planning your child's memorial is a surreal experience. You want to give it your heart and soul, because it is one of the few things you will do for your child...but if you don't distance yourself somewhat, you'll go stark raving mad. Part of you plans it while part of you says, "This is not happening, I am not doing this". My husband spent hours making an insert with baby Brian's picture, his foot and hand prints and birth/death date. The service was beautiful...some of the Scripture was read by our pastor in the hospital, while I was in labor...my midwife spoke, as she was the only one besides us who had really known our baby. There was comfort in the service and in the love of friends.