October 2009, Volume 39 Number 10 , p 42 - 44
RAYMOND WAS MY second child. His name wasn't listed in the courthouse because he didn't live but 2 days. I named him Raymond Edward. He was buried while I was still in bed after his birth. At the hospital, the girl that brings the babies out to feed had brought me Raymond and then he started holding his breath so this girl must have knowed there was something wrong with him. She jerked him up and said, 'No, there's nothing wrong with him.' That evening my sister and husband Arthur come to pick me up. On the way home, Raymond started holding his breath. Arthur stopped the car and got out and ...