It was back in 1990, when South Africa was on the brink of revolutionary change, that Pam gave birth to her first and only child, Megan.
St. George’s hospital in Port Elizabeth was where Megan came into this world, and it was there that she departed from it.
Adam and Pam had been trying for kids for two years when Pam realised she was with child, and the couple couldn’t have been happier.
Mom gave natural birth, the way nature intended, while dad stood by her – hands clenched through heavy breathing and periodic pushing.
Everything went smoothly that first day, but what the new parents didn’t know was that around the corner waited an experience no parents should have to live through…
She Won’t Stop Crying
From the moment she was spanked by the nurse, up until her last breath, Megan cried non-stop.
Pam, who had to remain at the hospital alone due to Adam having to return to work, could do nothing to console her new-born daughter.
“She just won’t stop crying,” Pam shared with each nurse that popped their head into the maternity ward to see where the screams were coming from.
Two days after the birth, Megan caught a fever that ravaged her little body at an alarming rate.
The doctor’s tried everything in their power to save her, but their efforts were fruitless, and little Megan turned eternally silent a week after her arrival.
The loss devastated Pam, and Adam spoke to nobody for a month after the incident. They had lost their only child; their miracle baby, and there was nothing they could do about it.
Little Megan was cremated, and her handful of ashes were placed in a small bronze vase with a big M engraved on the one side.
27 Years Later
For 27 years that little bronze vessel stood on Pam’s bedside table, gathering dust but never forgotten, until one day when Adam burst into the house waving his smartphone around like a crazy person.
“I know what we can do, darling!”
This took Pam by surprise.
“What do you mean, Adam?”
Adam proceeded to show his wife the advert he had seen on Facebook, about a company called Loving Ashes in KwaZulu-Natal that crafted the most beautiful memorial hearts and orbs.
“They’ll use a small amount of Meg’s ashes to make us each a gorgeous memorial heart – and we get to choose the colours they use.”
Pam scrolled through the stunning images of memorial orbs and hearts, read a few reviews from happy clients, and then looked over at the little bronze urn that now appeared more grey than bronze – with a thick layer of dust on it.
“Alright, let’s give them a call. Our little M Deserves to be beautiful again.”
With that the couple began the process that would end with them each receiving a memorial heart from Loving Ashes, in pink and blue with strips of grey cremation ash.
The memory of their departed baby daughter came to life once more, and filled their hearts with joy like they had never felt before.
