Since you first told Mark you were pregnant he was hoping for a little baby boy, some-one to play football with, some-one to be his pride and joy 9 long months of waiting and that day finally arrived, you went into labour but your 'little angel' didn't survive, I was on my way to see you I was so excited in the car then we got 'the call' and it made the short journey seem so far I wanted to be there with you and tell you to "be strong" I wanted you to say they "made a mistake" and what they said was wrong, I'll never forget Mark's face as he walked through the door... the look of shock and disbelief he just kept staring at the floor, I waited there for hours so I could just see you but they said it would be the next day before their tests were through,when I eventually got to see you I didn't know what to say, I was afraid you wouldn't want to see me and tell me to "go-away" But you said that I could see Scott and some pictures i could take and when they brought him into the room - "I'd swear I heard your heart break" The look of loss that was in your eyes, the unanswered questions on ur face like "how could he be right in front of us but be in a completely different place?" How you got through the next few day's I'll just never know and then came the day you had to say "good-bye" and let your "angel" go,it tears me up when I think of Scott and what you're goin through 'cause not only have you lost your "boy" he's lost his parents too... So every time you think of him and for your "boy" you're pining remember he's alway's with you, your spirit's are eternally entwining.