Pictures. Pictures of the pregnancy. Ultrasound pictures. Pictures of him in the NICU. The picture of the first and only time I got to hold him while he was alive.
These pictures are the proof {to myself and to the world} that he was real, that he existed. Pictures capture moments in time. They give life to the memories we have stored in our heads and heart. They are evidence, art, love trapped in time so that we can share them.
I am incredibly grateful for the pictures and the time that we had with him. A short time is better than no time. These pictures are worth more than a 1,000 words...They are pricesless, speechless.
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