I was in a gift/souvenir shop with my family, looking around at all the beautiful and interesting items. Displayed on a table were some photographs and drawings of my deceased little boy. I wanted them very much and couldn't decide which to choose. I showed my husband and we settled on a few.
The thing is that when I looked at this beautiful pictures, my heart was very sad. I was overcome with the pain of missing him.
To survive the loss of our child, my husband and I had to approach it as though he is in some heavenly daycare, waiting for us. That he is not lost to us, just awaiting our reunion...
And so to dream about being in this souvenir shop, I know it reflects which mementos of him I want to keep. We try our best to think of him with joy during our waking life, but in my dreams, I still grieve...
