Anastasia Frey Iragui
We buried her in the North Woods of Central Park, near our home. We named her Anastasia Frey: Anastasia for “resurrection” and Frey for the Norse god of fertility. She was buried in the box which held our wedding bands, wrapped in a linen napkin.
St. Nicholas Children’s Cemetery
We currently have four children buried at St. Nicholas, ranging from pre-borns to less than a year old when they died. It's wonderful to see that the families continually tend the graves, placing flowers there.
Andrew is shown with Emma, a little girl whose life was saved when she received his liver.
Emma has given something very special to us. She’s keeping part of Andrew alive. She’s allowing us to know that there’s a part of him—a living, physical part of him—that lives and grows.
Four years later, Elena still remembers the funny things Simon did and talks about him almost every day. When she and her mom pass a child on the street with curly hair, she’ll say, “I think Simon would have looked like him.”
I'm thankful that i wasn't deprived of those moments. To miss them would have been to deprive myself, not of some great memory, but of the ability to do the one small thing i could do for my son in this life.
Maddux Achilles Haggard
That next day, we sat with you, held you, sang to you and rocked you. I was even able to change your diapers. You still didn’t move. You couldn’t grip our fingers, and you never opened your eyes. But that was ok. Even though you couldn't hold onto us, we were holding onto you.