I have been reading a book that was written by an LDS mom that lost her baby boy when he wasn't very old. It has helped me a lot and many of her words have stuck with me. I keep it by my bed and read a little bit every night when I am feeling sad or lonely.
When her son Stephen died she was holding him and rocking him. Her words touched me and I felt the same way when I held Declan in the hospital. "...[His] spirit had left his mortal tabernacle and now I held in my arms only the little house I had helped to create for him."
In the hospital I felt so much peace holding Declan. The only time I really slept well was when I snuggled him close and took a nap. I had never been around anyone that was deceased before, but it was not frightening like I thought it would be.
When I said goodbye to Declan's mortal body I was ready. I knew that my son wasn't inside his body and I could take him with me. I cherish the little body I helped create, but until my son's spirit reenters it won't be complete. I never thought I would be able to handle leaving his body. I felt such peace near it. But I have found that peace came with me.
The book I was referring to is called, "Angel Children," written by Mary V. Hill. If you click here you can actually read it online. It is an inspiring book especially about her own experience losing her Stephen.
