For My Angels

Short passage from Blue Moon by Alyson Noel. This one really hit home.

I was 6 weeks pregnant when I lost my baby, clearly I can’t say for certain if it would have been a boy or a girl, but I did have an absolutely vivid dream one night, that my grandmother (who I never met, she died when my dad was 11) was holding my baby, and he was a boy, and in my dream I called him Jason, so when ever I refer to the baby now I say Jason, because it seemed so real.

Forever. That’s a promise.

There’s not a day that goes by that don’t think of you, you’ll always be in my heart.