They say only the good die young.
Well, my little brother must have been an angel,
because he died before he was even born.

I cant imagine how my mother feels.
How would you feel if something, once alive and vibrant
now lay dead and still in your stomach?

Someone took my little brother away, and I don't know why.



I didn't know him, but I miss him.
I never met him, but I miss him.

I'd already started thinking about how life would be once he was here.
Sure, we would have been a dysfunctional family.
Life would have been hard with one almost adult, a teenager, a toddler, a new born baby and a limited amount of money.
But I would trade anything to get him back.

Because now I can never hold him. Or sing to him. I can never see his eyes or feel his heartbeat.
I will never hear him laugh.
I can't help him learn to walk or talk.
I will can never see his first baby smile.

I want to be angry at whoever took him away.
If he was so good, why couldnt he stay?
The world could do with a little good.


But instead of being angry I just feel tired and sad.

She said, "There are no words I can say to make it better, but know that you will always have an angel."

She was speaking to my parents and I didn't hear her at the time
but now I say thank you.

That makes it a little better.