I feel very fortunate in that I am part of a family that talks openly and freely about death. I have always told my children that there really is no death and that we just move on from one experience to the next. As I said previously, when it happened, I explained everything to them. While they too were expecting a new little brother, they seemed to handle the whole experience with such maturity, like they had a deep understanding of it, on a deep level.
Even to this day, they ask me questions about their brother who is somewhere else and my yougest son, who was born after Jacques says that he was Jacques, but that he was not ready to come! Who knows?
I included my daughter in the hospital ceremony that they held for all the families of similar losses and I think she really felt special being a part of that.
