I was in denial all the way to the hospital that morning. All the while I was thinking, 'These poor parents that don't know their child is dead yet, because I know it's not my daughter' and then I opened the curtain and there she was.
The memorial is about a person, not a religion. We just wanted a place to where we could have a brick with her name on it, and other people could have a brick with their child's name. It almost serves as a reminder that our children existed.
I'm trying so hard not to take the things people say so personally. I only wanted this to be a positive thing and it makes me so sad that all of this is putting a dark shadow over that. I'm just a mom who lost a child that wants to do this.