One year ago today, I buried my baby.

It was grey and drizzly as we made our way from a nondescript funeral viewing room to a soggy graveside. As my husband and our fathers lifted the tiny, white casket out of the hearse, I couldn’t help but picture blue booties and a tiny baby clad in airplane pyjamas.

I had never gotten the chance to dress him, never seen him smile, or felt him burrow against my chest. I had never even seen the color of his eyes. And yet, here I was, saying good-bye.

A pile of red roses spilled out over the top of the casket; each flower carefully laid in memory of one we’d never met. We huddled under a tent and waited as a worker in coveralls gently placed Landon’s miniature box into a waist-deep, muddy hole. We watched until the pit was filled with sand and dirt, and a thick layer of browning grass pressed tightly on top.

These are my last memories of Landon.

Today, as I sit here remembering the weight of his little body in my arms, the tears flow freely. And on this sunny, August day, I feel as if we have come full circle. We have survived a year of “firsts.” We have tentatively bumbled our way through holidays, family vacations, and birthdays without one. And while we still hurt, our scabbing hearts no longer feel raw.

While it’s impossible to wrap grief into a tidy bow, we find ourselves in a place of quiet contentment – a place that one year ago, we could only dream of. Breaking through the rain clouds, we find ourselves standing on a patch of surprisingly green, solid ground.

But as the one year anniversary drifted closer, I knew that it would be yet another murky milestone to wade through. The past twelve months had vanished amidst a flood of baby milestones, late night diaper changes, and jars of pureed peas, but it had still been a long year.

Because a year without someone you love can feel like forever.

Sure enough, July crept up and caught me in a tangle of emotional flashbacks and wishful musings. Misty-eyed, I chopped carrots for dinner and imagined what life would be like with two babies army-crawling around the floor, sucking on spatulas, and banging wooden spoons against the dishwasher.

Is it possible to miss something you never even had? Because I do.

This world is substantially tidier and less chaotic than my daydreams. I miss the mess and mayhem caused by two. I dream of a bathroom mirror tattooed in handprints, and a laminate floor littered with blueberries flung from the fists of two giggling babes.

While I don’t have many memories of Landon to mourn, I have an abundance of daydreams.

And so, at this one year marker, I wanted to do something special to remember Landon. Setting aside our busy schedules, I decided that August 12 would be a dedicated “family day.” We would head to the zoo, the park, for ice-cream – anywhere as long as it was together. We would appreciate some of the many lessons that Landon has taught us: the importance of togetherness and the fragility of life. And we would remember.

This, of course, is easier said than done. After juggling vacation plans, I circled the date in my day-planner and simultaneously discovered that Andreas had been assigned to an intensive two day work project. Bye-bye, family day.

I felt frustrated. I had wanted to set aside a day to remember a life that had left such a definitive mark on our lives. I had wanted to be able to point to the calendar and declare that this was Landon’s day; that although we had nothing else left of him, here was something that belonged to our firstborn.

But these feelings gently fizzled away against the quiet reminder that our son will never be forgotten.

While the pain no longer throbs and burns, we still carry a rough scar that is mostly hidden, but forever etched into our lives. Landon has imprinted himself on our hearts. The memories cannot be erased. And the reminders – a ring around mommy’s finger, a baby boy who shares his brother’s DNA, and a tiny bit of daddy’s skin – are there whenever we need them.

This one year anniversary feels like a natural place to mark the end of a chapter. But just because a chapter is finished, doesn’t mean that the story is. There will always be days washed in memories and scattered with tears. There is a plot line that will forever weave its way into our story, however subtle. And as we turn the page and place pen against blank paper, we remember how we got to this place.

We remember Landon.


Remembering Landon Anniversary

11 replies
  1. Bethany
    Bethany says:

    I stumbled across your story on Michalea’s blog today,and I have a friend who just lost one of her twin baby boys last week under the same circumstances.
    Even though I don’t know her or you, my heart is so broken reading your story and imagining the pain. As a twin myself, I don’t know what I’d do without my sister!

    I’m just wondering if you could give me some advice as to what to (or not to!) say or do for the friend of mine who’s just gone through this tramua. I’ve gone thorugh death and griving so many times myself,yet still feel at a loss for this.
    Thank you!


    • Liz Mannegren
      Liz Mannegren says:

      Thanks Bethany. I’m so sorry to hear about your friend. 🙁 When you lose one of your twins it’s such a confusing and extremely emotion time. It’s always difficult to know what to say because words seem so inadequate.

      For me, I really appreciated the individuals and friends who braved my tears and were interested in genuine conversations about how I was doing and what I was going through. (So it sounds like you’re on the right track!) Most often I didn’t need them to say too much, I just needed someone to be there and to listen.

      A lot of people brushed over my loss and tried to get me to focus on the positive (you still have one – yay!) but while that was important, I also needed people to acknowledge the pain I was going through. The moments that I felt most supported were when friends let me know that they were thinking of our family/Landon (a quick text, phone call, etc) or when they found some creative way to remember him. Don’t be afraid to say the baby’s name or to talk about him – grieving mama’s like to know that people remember their little ones.

      Obviously everyone’s grief is different, and this advice is just skimming the surface here. (Sorry for the already extremely long comment.) But if you want to chat more, just let me know and I can contact you via email!

      • Bethany
        Bethany says:

        i really appreciate your reply!
        I’m encouraged by your blog and I hope you and your husband both continue to walk in the authority you have in speaking truth and life in one of life’s most heartbreaking situations.
        I know many people will feel comfort, encouragement and hope from your story 🙂 keep writing!
        May God continue to hold you, your husband and Alistar close to His heart, where Ladon is too

  2. Naomi
    Naomi says:

    I’m glad I found your blog! You have a gift, I loved reading you. I was looking for experiences I guess with celebrating birthdays. In a week, it will be 7 years since our Lily was stillborn at 24w. The first couple anniversaries were hard but I also felt much support from social media and friends. But as the years went on, it seems like Birthdays don’t sound as important or crucial to people. I found that very hard because I feel very alone trying to celebrate. Thank you for sharing about Landon’s special day… it seems every story I read is always perfect…and for us, it’s harder and harder to set time aside for Lily’s birthday ( we have adult children, teens and littles so work, school etc gets in the way). I have yet to find balance and a way to make it work! Anyway, I know this post is from a while back but it made me feel less alone to read it. ( though I wish it would have been different for you) . I look forward to reading you! Blessings from Qc Canada ?

    • Liz Mannegren
      Liz Mannegren says:

      Thank you, Naomi! It’s always so good to connect with other parents who have been through this. Makes us all feel less alone. I definitely understand what you mean about the shifting of anniversary and birthdays as the years pass and struggling to find that balance. I hope that this next week will be gentle on your heart and that you will find time to celebrate your precious, little Lily in a very special way. Remembering her with you this week. <3


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