I still feel the need to talk about W. We went to a Sunday School class today where everyone was talking about their kids. I can't stand to pretend that A is my only child and that W never existed. So when the Sunday School leader asked about our kids, I mentioned that we had had a 16 year old son and that he died recently. She gulped and went on. I'm not sorry if she felt uncomfortable. He will always be part of us.
B gave me a pretty ring with W and A's names and birthstones on it. A got a new wallet and asked me for a picture of W to put in it. We had dinner with W's girlfriend and her family. We still remember you.