It only took 3 months, but we finally got a call from the Funeral home. The company that we put our special order in for Jasper's urn, finally said that they would be able to do everything we wanted. I was just about ready to give up and go to a different Funeral home. We go there Monday and look at the pictures to see what his urn will look like.
I can't believe I have to put my son in an urn and not in his crib. I miss him so much. I would give anything just to have him in my arms and not have to go through all this pain. It has been almost six months since he was taken from me and I can remember that day as if it was yesterday. Why is it that we can't remember happy memories like it was yesterday? Why is it you can only remember the sad stuff that way?
Last night at work one of my co-workers asked me if I have a picture of Jasper. Being the proud mommy of an angel that I am, I pulled out my photo album that I keep in my purse of him. I have in there my favorite ultrasound pictures, the last pic of me pregnant with Jasper, I have pics of him alive and fighting and pics of him after he became an angel. A few of my co-workers looked at him and ooed and awwed and I was loving it. What mother wouldn't? Anyway, one girl just had to ruin my moment when she asked me why I would carry pics of him if he was gone? I just simply told her that he is my son and I love to show him off no matter what. One of my co-workers that was sitting next to me backed me up, she said she would do the exact same thing if it was her child. I wanted to give her the biggest hug for sticking up for me. I did say thank you.