On our way home from errands we wanted to take Hackett to the cemetery. We didn't want his first exposure to be at the funeral on Friday. We now knew where Koen would be buried and needed to show him. Showing our son where his brother would be buried is not something I ever planned on doing in my lifetime, yet here we were. We did it with brave faces, our desire was to give him reassurance. Death was a new event for Hackett, something he had never had to deal with. Three days before Koen's birth, my mom had to put her dog to sleep. She brought him to be buried at our house. That was Hackett's first taste of death, and he was very emotional. I was more than concerned for his little head and heart that needed to process death on a much deeper scale.
I am Jackie.