I Don't Cry Often
By Rasta Less Traveled on July 03, 2013
.. but it was just so perfect. After MC passed, we, like other parents in our shoes, had to decide what to do with our son's belongings. As MC was a man of few possessions, finding a place for his pillow/mobile/stuffed animal collection was fairly easy.Never well enough to come home to his room, his waiting crib made the perfect memorial. After placing the letters on the wall, I had decided that MC would prefer a window spot if he ever came home. As a result, "his" crib stood under the Princess' name, and the Princess has always slept in the crib under his name... ... . . .