It was a beautiful, sunny spring day when I gave birth to a stillborn boy on May 14th, 1983. I can remember it like it was yesterday. He was 6lbs 1oz, and there was nothing wrong with him. His passing was attributed to a cord accident.
I am telling you this for one reason. To acknowledge him- that he was alive, that he existed and was loved.
Back then, doctors and nurses weren’t trained in how to handle such losses. I was pretty much left alone in my grief. There were no pictures taken, no family surrounding me in the hospital, no one holding him and getting to know him. Continue reading A Mother Never Forgets
Over the years, I’ve been known by different last names at different times. Yes, I’ve been married more than once. I messed up, made some bad decisions, followed by more bad decisions. But like the woman who was about to be stoned, I hear Jesus say, “Go, and sin no more.” 
