Today was so hard, we turned up at the town hall to register our daughter. Last time we had to do it we registered a birth and a death. This time we registered our baby girl as being a still-birth. The registrar was so kind, they called us right in, to avoid spending too long with the happy parents and their tiny newborns waiting there to register them. I am happy for them truly I am but inside my heart is breaking all over again. Tears stream down my cheeks and when I try to speak no sound comes out.
We retreat from the registrar's office, clutching our certificate. Our proof of her existence. We hold it like gold dust not wanting it to crumple.
Then we find a local co-operative funeral parlour where they offer to handle everything for us.
We arrange to bury her in front of her sister - they will be together. I am so relieved. Its a comfort to know that they will never be alone now and I'd like to thank islington cemetery for their generosity and kindness. this means so much to us.
I can't write more it's been a long exhausting day.
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