Sunrise. The day my son was delivered stillborn, I did not see the sun rise. I was in the hospital delivering him, he came at 7:31 am. I was in labor when the sun was waking up. I never wanted to see another sunrise. I never wanted to see another day, without my son. I still don't care to see the sun rise on a world without my son.... I've never been much of a morning person anyway. Our time together, when I felt most connected to him, was right before bed. Laying in bed, feeling him move and kick and squirm. Those were the best parts of my day.
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