It's that time again: a new casefile at CSI.
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And here is my take on this case:
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EVIDENCE (USE AT LEAST 2 ELEMENTS)
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TESTIMONY (USE AT LEAST 1 ELEMENT)
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MY JOURNALING (behind the pictures):
October 1969:
As a two year old, my lifechanged, even though I wasunaware of it for a longtime.
My parentswere expecting ababy, their second child.
It wasalmost there, my mom was9months pregnant.
Thenurserywasdecorated, everything was ready forthebabythatwasso welcome.
Every morning whenIwoke up, Ifirst went tothe nurseryandI looked inthecrib.
I was so looking forward tothe new baby, abrother orasisterto me.
Buton 15 Octoberit all went wrong.
The deliverytook off,but mybrotherwasstillborn. The childwhichwasawaited, was dead. My parentswere extremelysad.
Mybrotherwasplacedin hiscribin his room, butmomwas not allowed tosee him. It was better ifshe did not seehim, because that wouldnot be good forher. I doubt that very much....
Therest of the family(mom, grandparents, uncles and aunts) have seenhim and say it was the most beautiful baby of us three.
I wasbroughtto the neighborswhenlaborbegan. The next morning Ididn't wentintothenursery as usual, where mybrotherwas stillin hiscrib. I probablyfeltthat I should notdo that, even though they had not told me anything.
Dadburied mybrother, together with his father, .
From then onmy lifewas different.Of course there wassadnessin the house. Sorrow forthe childthat was not there. Sadness thatI triedto compensate. Unconsciously, for the rest ofmy life....Until Ibecame awarethatI did,manyyears later, whenI was already a grown-up.
My whole life mybrotherwas there, buthe neverreally gothis own place in our lives.
Mom andDadwanted to protectus andtherefore hadnot toldus his name.
They didnot want us to feel obligedto,when wewould have kids of our own, name it after the baby.
Sothey always talkabout 'the boy' andhis name wasknownto no one. On hisgravewasn'ta stone.Onlya number.
Andthathas made my life difficult. Mybrotherwas there, butthere seemedto beno placefor him.He had noname by whichhe could berememberedand hisgravewas nohomage.
Fortunately I could talk about that withmomwhen I got older. She was alsosuffering from that.
In 2009I decided thatthishadgone on long enough. I wishmybrotherwould get hisown place in our lives.
By thenI knewthat mybrotherwas calledAlexandI wanted to makesomethingfor hisgrave.
Theconversationswith mom made it clear to me that it had to be a dragonfly, becausethathadan emotionalvalue for her.
I havebeen workingwithan artistto make a large dragonfly from stainlesssteela whole day long.
That wasa healingprocess. AndIwas so proud of the result.
Eventually, untilOctober 2012 thedragonfly stoodin the garden of mom and dad, in the middle oftheir pond. Mybrotherhad finally comehome.
Whenmom died,so soon afterdaddy, we decided thatAlexwas reburied together with them.
The dragonflyis ontheir gravesandhas becomethe monument oftheirlove for each other. Finallyjoined togetherin death.Andthatis comforting.
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Love, Miranda
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MY JOURNALING (behind the pictures):
October 1969:
As a two year old, my lifechanged, even though I wasunaware of it for a longtime.
My parentswere expecting ababy, their second child.
It wasalmost there, my mom was9months pregnant.
Thenurserywasdecorated, everything was ready forthebabythatwasso welcome.
Every morning whenIwoke up, Ifirst went tothe nurseryandI looked inthecrib.
I was so looking forward tothe new baby, abrother orasisterto me.
Buton 15 Octoberit all went wrong.
The deliverytook off,but mybrotherwasstillborn. The childwhichwasawaited, was dead. My parentswere extremelysad.
Mybrotherwasplacedin hiscribin his room, butmomwas not allowed tosee him. It was better ifshe did not seehim, because that wouldnot be good forher. I doubt that very much....
Therest of the family(mom, grandparents, uncles and aunts) have seenhim and say it was the most beautiful baby of us three.
I wasbroughtto the neighborswhenlaborbegan. The next morning Ididn't wentintothenursery as usual, where mybrotherwas stillin hiscrib. I probablyfeltthat I should notdo that, even though they had not told me anything.
Dadburied mybrother, together with his father, .
From then onmy lifewas different.Of course there wassadnessin the house. Sorrow forthe childthat was not there. Sadness thatI triedto compensate. Unconsciously, for the rest ofmy life....Until Ibecame awarethatI did,manyyears later, whenI was already a grown-up.
My whole life mybrotherwas there, buthe neverreally gothis own place in our lives.
Mom andDadwanted to protectus andtherefore hadnot toldus his name.
They didnot want us to feel obligedto,when wewould have kids of our own, name it after the baby.
Sothey always talkabout 'the boy' andhis name wasknownto no one. On hisgravewasn'ta stone.Onlya number.
Andthathas made my life difficult. Mybrotherwas there, butthere seemedto beno placefor him.He had noname by whichhe could berememberedand hisgravewas nohomage.
Fortunately I could talk about that withmomwhen I got older. She was alsosuffering from that.
In 2009I decided thatthishadgone on long enough. I wishmybrotherwould get hisown place in our lives.
By thenI knewthat mybrotherwas calledAlexandI wanted to makesomethingfor hisgrave.
Theconversationswith mom made it clear to me that it had to be a dragonfly, becausethathadan emotionalvalue for her.
I havebeen workingwithan artistto make a large dragonfly from stainlesssteela whole day long.
That wasa healingprocess. AndIwas so proud of the result.
Eventually, untilOctober 2012 thedragonfly stoodin the garden of mom and dad, in the middle oftheir pond. Mybrotherhad finally comehome.
Whenmom died,so soon afterdaddy, we decided thatAlexwas reburied together with them.
The dragonflyis ontheir gravesandhas becomethe monument oftheirlove for each other. Finallyjoined togetherin death.Andthatis comforting.
