Thanks to all the friends and family who have prayed us through some tough times this past year. This is the location where we gathered as a family to remember and honor the short life of little Fynn. There was no shortage of tears as the pain is very close to the surface for us still. Fynn will alway be a part of our lives even if invisible to the passing world outside our circle. We are approaching the one year anniversary of when we first learned that something was not as it should be with his little body. At that time we were so confused and unsure about what it all meant. We still don't have many of the answers, but know that there is a hole in our family, an empty spot in the car, or around the table, which we don't ever want to forget. The poem, On A Sunday, posted below, was written in my mind as we were preparing the place, making the circle in the forest, arranging the mossy rocks into a ring that now surrounds the little weeping cherry tree that our friends in DC gave.
There will be more photos of this day posted as I receive them and have the where-with-all to post. We wish many of you could have been there too...those who know how special and amazing our little Leif is and could imagine the qualities that Fynn would have grown into.
Andrea choose two passages for both our fathers to read and I read the poem that was written shortly after our first discovering this difficult path we were going to have to walk, the same path we are still on today.
While I hope that this post is not too depressing, it reflects a very important point in our lives individually and as a family.
Kind Regards
MDE
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