I honestly can't envision a time in my life from this point going forward that I wont think of those 20 babies when I put my son to bed each night. Their faces float through my mind as I read his story, tuck in his blankets and while I rub his back. I have this small hope that they are in some way, listening in as I read. That they can hear me mentally telling them goodnight along side my baby. I hope that they can hear all of the millions of people that are thinking of them each day and night. I know I'm not alone in doing this.
I just miss them. And I didn't even know them.