Day 5

Memorial

Everywhere I look, I am surrounded by memories of my son.  He is truly a part of my every day of life.  At home, we have one whole devoted to him.  On a dresser is his memory box, which holds his ducky with his ashes sewn inside as well as the gown and hat he wore at the hospital and some other treasures.  (Casper means keeper of the treaure)  His scrapbook is right behind that.  On a keepsake shelf, I have his photo album, a snowbabies box, and a special heart on a color-changing pedestal.  The heart was sent from England from my first baby loss mom friend.  She also sent a glass star ornament engraved with Casper's name and date, which hangs on the wall.  We have pictures and certificates framed on the wall.  Several pieces from a word art project are also placed around him.  His star light is left on all night long, every night.  I stop and talk to him, and shed a few tears, at least once a day.

I also got 2 tattoos, so that I can carry my son with me, on me, every second of every day.  To me, tattoos have always been a way to express things that are special to me.  I have a star tattoo with their initial for each of my children.  Because Casper is my child, but not here on Earth with me, I wanted to do something a little different.  I decided to get a shooting star, with his initial.  My tattoo artist came up with the idea for the trails, and we added a halo over his C.  The second tattoo is a baby angel sleeping, with his name and date underneath, and an infinity symbol below that.  Of all my tattoos, these 2 mean the most to me and are the most treasured.