Your life story is much too short. You were conceived when I was 37, my first pregnancy, and desperately wanted by us both. Unfortunately, you were never born; the dates are merely the dates of my pregnancy. Between those two dates I was happier than I have ever been before, knowing you were inside me. We looked forward to meeting you so much, to being your parents and to loving and caring for you. After two short months of what I thought was an easy pregnancy, suddenly, you were gone. The pain seems unbearable, your loss inexplicable. We never had a name for you - didn't even get to know your gender - but I have chosen the name Amy simply because it means "Loved". You were, very much.

Your chance of life was taken away, but you will never be forgotten, and will always be loved.