I'm pretty chuffed with myself today. I've actually turned what is essentially a horrible, dank, stinky room into a ridiculously colourful and cute mortuary wonderland. Uh huh!
I've been thinking a lot about the children we get in from time to time, and it always makes me a little gloomy. Babies and Kids shouldn't die. I figure that the least I can do is make the place they come to nice so that if their little casper spirit is floating around they aren't so totally freaked out. Besides, I have to spend 8 hours a day there too...
I've made a paper crane for each of the babies and kids we've had come through over the past year and a bit...their name and funeral date is written inside in pencil and it hangs as a little reminder or legacy I guess. Not in a creepy way.... Maybe in my mind it's just a gift from me to them.
Sad face. (But the cranes look so rad, and when you blow them with a hair dryer they fly!)
P.S. This stupid blogger won't let me put spaces in between my paragraphs. It's driving me NUTS. Sorry. I like my spaces.