For Owen; Forever In Our Hearts

The woman stood over the plaque, shoulders stooped and shaking. She felt as though her chest was being ripped open and her heart torn apart over and over. How was she supposed to deal? Why did this happen? Why her family? Why was it her child that had to be taken? They got to hold him, feel his weight in their arms. But they never got to hear his cries, feel his own warmth.  She stood here now, not just where her grandfather’s ashes were buried, but now also where her son’s plaque sat in his memory. Beside her, arms around her shoulders, stood the man who had stood beside her like a rock the entire time. It was only because of him that she wasn’t falling apart. Eight months ago, everything had been going to plan. Eight months ago, they were excited, albeit a little nervous. Eight months ago, they were happy. Until something went wrong. They still didn’t know what caused their unborn son’s heart to stop beating. They doubted they ever would know why. What they did know is that one