It will never be a good idea

For me to read stories on infant/pregnancy loss.  One little story sends my poor heart back thirteen years to its familiar ache and I miss my baby all over again.  I tried once again to edit the few rather pathetic photos I have, and really I don't think there is much that can be done with them.  It leaves me feeling very sad.  However, at the time it wasn't common to take pictures of still born babies.  No one told me that I wanted a picture of each and every tiny detail, that thirteen years later I would feel desperate to know what his tiny fingers and toes looked like.