IN MEMORY OF
SIB (SIBLING) NORTH (SPIER)
miscarried May 13, 1994.
by Mama and Papa (Maya and Darryl):
My joy at your existence knew no bonds, even as my body whispered “This is not to be“ even from the first. I knew. I was 38 years old, diabetic, and my brother, your uncle, had just died of AIDS. I found out about you 7 days after he died--my gift of joy amid so much grief. But you found a fragile nest to grow in, and perhaps it was not up to it.
But oh, how I loved you, and love you. I curled around you with my hand on my belly and murmured “Hello, baby. I'm glad you're here. I love you so much.“ I hope you know that. I hope you know how much you were loved, how dearly you were wanted.
We called you “Sib“ short for Sibling because your sisters were so excited about you.
I miss you every day. I love you all the time. I pray you are with your uncle and grandmothers and grandfather and that you are loving each other until we meet again.