Those of us who have lost a child do not really "need" a special day to remember them, in my humble opinion. We remember them every day. We remember them as their birthdays/ "angelversaries" come and go each year. We remember them as our due dates come and go. We remember them as our rainbow babies reach milestone after milestone that we never got to see with them. We remember them as we wonder when and how to tell their younger living siblings about them, or as their older siblings ask questions that don't have any good answers. We remember them every Christmas, every Thanksgiving, every holiday. We remember when we see a little boy or little girl or twins about their same ages when we are out somewhere. We remember the positive pregnancy test. We remember the ultrasounds. We remember holding them. We remember saying goodbye. We remember, we remember, we remember. Always.
But still. It's nice to have a day where we can share. Not only am I remembering our baby today and always, I remember my friends' babies as well. This is a pretty sucky club that no one in their right mind would ever want to join. But it is nice to know that we aren't alone. And it means so much when others take a little time to remember with us.