The Story Behind a Headstone

Behind each stone is a story about the pain, longing, and love of those left behind.

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I hope you don’t mind receiving two emails from me in two days. Today, October 15th, is a special day for me. It is the Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day. I simply cannot let this day go by without saying anything.

Before I buried my son, Lucas, I rarely entered a cemetery. Like most people, I avoided such a dreadful place as much as possible. Its existence reminds us of the inevitable, which no one wants to be reminded of. Most of us prefer not to contemplate the greatest uncertainty in life: when and how each one of us will die.

After losing Lucas, I learned that a cemetery is a place more for the living than for those who have passed. The loved ones we lost didn’t care where they were buried, nor the color, size, or inscriptions of their headstones. It probably made no difference to them whether they had headstones to mark where they were bur…