Cecilia took this picture in the fall. Our baby was due on October 18, two days before Dave and my 26th wedding anniversary. Dominique/Dominic would be 6 months old. We buried the baby's remains under this rock under our maple tree. I have always thought of this as sacred space. Now all the children we play with in the neighborhood know it as so. This baby, so far and probably will not have, a following. Our first lost child was followed by Dana. If that person had made it, we would not have our Dana. We were consoled. I look back on this year and think of all the things we have done that may not have been attempted with a baby in tow. Cecilia's theater adventures and Maleny's Kung Fu. I can be grateful, but I think the consolation will come in Eternity when we will meet our First and Eighth face to face. But I am still hoping.
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