“There was a knock at the door. ‘I’m sorry for your loss. I’m here to take Ren.’ I couldn’t bring myself to lay him in the box. I turned to my husband and asked if he could do it. I watched his heart break in two as tears streamed down his face. We tried to memorize every detail—his scent, his softness. We gently removed the little cap they gave him and saw tiny blonde curls.”
