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I am the mom of six children. Three sons were born to my husband and I, two more sons were added to our family by way of adoption, and we lost one baby during pregnancy. Since we believe that conception is the beginning of life, we mourned the loss of this child as much as any other loss in our lives. On April 22, 1996 our 14 year old son, Shawn, also died. How and why are not important - there are no comparisons when it comes to losing a child.

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This is a flowering crab tree that we bought with a gift certificate from Shawn's youngest brother's class. I thought it was appropriate as it begins to bloom in the spring when he became an angel. There is a plaque at the bottom embedded with angels and hearts that says, "SHAWN'S TREE" that I made and then the little Precious Moments angel that you see on the homepage of this site.

Our baby we never held was also lost to us in May of 1984. It seems such a long time ago by the clock but we don't forget. We named the baby Jennifer Rose since one of my sons who was 4 1/2 at the time insists that he KNOWS it was a girl. I am not sure HOW he knows but he is quite sure.  My other children know they had a brother or sister who didn't live and they keep the memory alive which is so sweet. I belonged to a support group for a long time for pregnancy and infant loss whose motto was, "Snowflakes and Babies - Each One Unique" and so, each Christmas which was my due date, we hang another snowflake on our tree for each year since then. It is amazing how many different snowflakes a person can find.

Shawn was just a few months shy of 15 when he died. He was an easy-going, sweet child who got along with everyone. He had huge blue eyes, a gadzillion freckles (we used to tease him that we would get a pen and "connect the dots") and hair that never seemed to stay down. He loved sports, Granny Smith apples, his baby brother, and his cat, PeeWee. He was just a couple of merit badges from receiving his Boy Scout Eagle Award when he died. There are no words to express how much we miss him.

I cannot NOT believe in God and Heaven now because, to not do so, would have me believe I would never be with my dear children again...