IN MEMORY OF:
On January 6, 2011 I had an abortion. At first the decision seemed so simple. I was numb to what I was about to do. I was 15 weeks and 5 days. I always felt like it was a boy. He would have been born on June 25th. After reading the poem of the three little boys, it finally hit me and now I wish I could turn back time to two days ago and walk out of that doctor's office with my baby. I don't know if I will ever heal from this. I am too ashamed to even pray for forgiveness. I don't deserve it. I hurt my baby. I miss my baby.To learn more about these memorials to our children or family members lost to abortion, or to post one of your own (anonymously if you choose), please read this.