Six months ago today, we learned that our daughter had died at about six months' gestation. Three days later she was born. The ultrasound tech had pronounced her "perfect," the month before, and she was. Perfect and beautiful. Her ashes are still at our house. We have tried to find out if FIL wants them buried in their local cemetery, but he is noncommittal; but we are still concerned that if we bury them in my family's cemetery instead, he will be hurt.
We still have a video of one of the ultrasounds, which were the only times we saw her alive. Probably tonight I will watch the video.



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