We all deal with loss in different ways, our different backgrounds, the relationships we have, the faiths we hold; we can not escape our own mortality. My own background of paediatric nursing in special needs and hospice care means over many years I have experienced heartache with each death of a child; I needed to acknowledge those lives. I created a personal memorial to 42 babies and children lost by their mothers, and whose lives touched mine over a number of years, wrapped, swaddled, cocooned each one nestles in my hand, identified only by their initials they remain anonymous but present. The small figures are kept in a wooden chest out of sight, the book becomes the only way to hold them, touch them, and feel their presence.
A personal memorial
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