Her name is Riley Grace. She is my first daughter, lost during pregnancy. I was told today, in so many words to "forget" her and "move on." Also, apparently remembering Riley is detrimental to my living daughter.
How ironic that someone would tell me to forget my dead child on a REMEMBERANCE day.
At the risk of making this into a bitter post, I'll say no more on the subject of that person.
Instead, I will say this. My daughter has known about her big sister almost her whole life. She is protective of her memory, and loves her big sister just like she would if Riley Grace were here, alive and well.
Tonight, we went out and took pictures. Lit candles. REMEMBERED.