The letter I wish I'd sent
Dear Jack, Our Angel in Heaven,
I will never get to hold you again, play with you, bake with you, take you for walks, give you treats as all grannies do. See you walk and talk, go to school, play games, play with Lego and hurl for Cork, wishful thinking on my part. I saw you for one hour after your birth on September 15, 2016, in hospital in Edinburgh, weighing almost 6lb. I held you in my arms for some time, devastated at the thought that I would never get to know you like my other grandchildren as you were stillborn at 38 weeks. It had been a perfect pregnancy for my daughter, her first much-wanted baby, until two days before your birth when everything changed. The worst part was the parting the next day, knowing as we left the room we would never see you again in this life. Please God, Jack, I will see you when we meet again. Hope your granddad is minding you in Heaven. Love always, Jack, my lovely boy, you will never be forgotten by us.
PS You had a baby sister in the past week. All's well, thank God.