My heart broke at the thought of that. I had already planned to have pictures of Rebecca at the funeral home and knowing this made me more determined.
So Dan downloaded the 500 plus pictures we took of Rebecca on both our cell phones and the camera over her 6 short days of life. We cried as we looked at her beautiful little face and uploaded the pictures to the Walgreens website. (Well, I cried. Dan comforted me.)
On Easter Sunday, after the baskets, and Mass, and lunch and the pinata, and collecting all the chocolate eggs our bunny hides in the house throughout the day, the kids retreated to their rooms and Dan and I began our little craft project.
It turned out better than I expected.
And thanks to an answered prayer, the funeral home was able to do the embalming and she looked absolutely beautiful. Like a perfect little doll baby.
I told Dan that she looked so perfect laying in her tiny little casket that I just couldn't believe we were burying her instead of taking her home.
After the funeral, I put this tribute board in the dining room not knowing exactly what to do with it.
Where should I put it? The attic? The basement? The closet?
I cry whenever I look at it but I just can't put it away yet because no where seems good enough. No where will ever seem good enough.