It seems like everywhere we go, people comment about the fact that we have three boys.
"Wow, three boys! You must be busy."
"Three boys? Are you going to try for a girl?"
"What, no girls?"
These types of statements have given me the best opportunities to tell people about my only daughter.
Just today, I talked about Felicity to three different people: the gal at Burger King who commented to us as we were leaving, the lady who cut my hair, and a woman at the bank. I even pulled out a photo album I carry around with me to show one of them her NILMDTS pictures.
I'm proud of my daughter. I want people to see her pictures. I want people to know about stillbirth and to have a face to put with it. I want her short life to have meaning.
I don't know what kind of impact I'm having when I share with these people, but talking about Felicity helps me. Each time it gets a little easier. And when I tell people I have a daughter in Heaven and they see a smile on my face, I hope that they wonder why I'm able to smile about it. Sometimes they even ask or comment about how hard it is and I'm able to share a little more.
Felicity may not be with us, but she continues to have a legacy.