At last we have a headstone for Faith. It was very hard for me to give the final okay on the headstone, as I felt that this was the last big thing that I could do in this life for Faith. I felt very emotional when I visited Faith's grave on Saturday with the family to put birthday flowers on her grave. My eldest decided on a bright yellow bunch that although the colours were bright, the flowers were half dead but I did not want to upset him by saying that I did not like them as he was so proud of his choice. Today, I went to her grave with a friend and the interesting thing is that the flowers from Saturday look more alive today than they did on Saturday. Since Hope's birth, I've had another miscarriage which has upset me. This year I found a poem that puts into words how I feel at this point in time:- "A Pair of Shoes" author unknown I am wearing a pair of shoes. They are ugly shoes. Uncomfortable shoes. I hate my shoes. Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair. Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step. Yet, I continue to wear them. I get funny looks wearing these shoes. They are looks of sympathy. I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs. They never talk about my shoes. To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable. To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them. But, once you put them on, you can never take them off. I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes. There are many pairs in this world. Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them. Some have learned how to walk in them so they don’t hurt quite as much. Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt. No woman deserves to wear these shoes. Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman. These shoes have given me the strength to face anything. They have made me who I am. I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.