Today we got our baby boy's ashes back from the funeral home. We cried the entire way home. We are sad and completely heartbroken but at the same time, we are also relieved to have him back at home with us where he belongs. Today is also the anniversary of my grandmother's death. I felt a lot of comfort when my aunt reminded me of that. My grandmother was a huge part of our family and our lives and I've always thought of her as my guardian angel. And getting his ashes back on her anniversary was a way of her telling me "Don't worry, honey. l got him".