I used to think how traumatic it was for us to grow Mia for 32 weeks and then deliver her “stillborn.”
But as the years go on, I am beginning to feel honoured as well that she has brought so much to our lives.
It was an honour to care for her, for her whole life.
It was an honour to be there for her when she died.
It was an honour to carry her still body for another four weeks until her delivery, with her twin sister.
It was an honour to be there for her at her birth and to celebrate her arrival.
It was an honour to hold her in my arms, to pick out items for her to wear, to dress her, to take remembrance photographs of her, to introduce her to other members of our family, to place her softly into her coffin, to gently lower her into the ground and give her back to nature.
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It is now an honour to say her name, to share photographs of her, to talk about her and to remember her.
We are honoured that Mia has taught us so much about life, love, and loss.
We are honoured that she chose us.
We are honoured to be given the privilege of continuing her legacy.
We are honoured that she has inspired us to do things in her name.
It is a privilege to have known her and to be her parents.
She deserves to have her name in lights.