26 years ago, I had a premature 26 week baby girl. She was born just before Halloween, and I made the choice to remove life support just after the New Year. All of you are right, it never fully goes away. But, with time, it does stop stinging as bad. I have come to realize, that having her, even with losing her, was a blessing in disguise. Even though she was only here for 3 months, I HAD those 3 months. I would rather go through the pain of her lose, than to have never known her. The holidays are hard for me. But I have learned to put aside my sadness, and to be thankful for the brief gift I was given. Here is a poem that helped me:
From an infinate source,
Midst realms of light,
An offpring of Nature,
My Soul took its flight!
To gain amid matter,
With its trials and pain,
The knowledge to carry it,
Homeward again!
Our children have just gone home. I pray for you all.