Wednesday will be August 4th. One month since...
I don't know what to call it. One month since Willow was born? Since she died?
Most moms on the boards and blogs use the word "angelversary". They call their babies their angels and talk about them being born into Heaven or growing their wings. They think about their babies playing with puppies on Jesus's lap and running through fields of flowers with their dead relatives.
I don't buy it. Willow is dead, she's gone. Maybe she's some where in some way but I just don't see her swaddled up next to God.
She's not my angel, she's just my dead baby.
