From the December 2007 magazine.

Hello And Good-bye

How do you accept the unacceptable?

On february 18, 2006, my new-born grandson was stillborn, weighing in at a tiny three pounds and thirteen inches long. He was just like a miniature doll, and his precious little face was so familiar. He looked just like his father, my now grown son who was dealing with the tremendous loss of his firstborn. I sat silently in a large chair in the delivery room. My son held his baby boy, with tears running down his face--saying hello and good-bye in the same breath.

His mother, grandmothers, aunt, and father gathered round to welcome him into this world and to let him go. This was a...

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Edmond, Oklahoma