After Losing My Newborn Son, I Gave Everything I Bought Him to a Mother in Need—The Next Morning, My Lawn Was Covered With Dozens of Strollers, Each Holding a Sealed Box

told me that love doesn’t disappear when a child does — it just has to find somewhere else to go. Please let these things help another baby.

I pressed a trembling hand over my mouth and reached for the next stroller, the next box. Another blanket. A knitted elephant toy. Another letter, beginning: Our son Owen was stillborn at thirty-eight weeks.

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