In retrospect, I see where this book could be a good tool for mother's suffering from the loss of their child(ren). In my case, I am grieving a child I very much knew and will continue to know. I saw her face, gave her a name, touched her fingers, hands, nose, toes, ears, and kissed her face. I felt her kicks, punches, and loop-de-loops as she made them in my belly. Her name is Claire Evelyn and I still feel her in the breeze, absorb her from the sunlight, smell her in the peach candle aromas, hear her in the wind chimes outside our home. She is very real to me, more real than things I can physically touch. So real, because no matter what I am or what I will become she would have loved me deeply as I do her. She has changed my life, she has taught me more about life. Claire, somehow, someway gave me life. I want to live my life better now, I want to be sure I get there to be with you someday Claire....in Heaven.
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