My name is Angelica and I'm now 67...I am writing here because even though everything happened so long ago... never forgotten, I am not sure about posting, there are fresh losses that need more attention... I have been following your page and have felt very close and touched by the many many "stories" and wanted to tell you mine too as, I think it will make it really real, not just an "unfortunate thing that happens", as I was told long ago... On April 12th 1970 My daughter Alexia Kathleen was stillborn in Cuckfield Hospital... she was very small and the doctor told me the placenta had a thing called cementitis... and there was also tumor that "fed" in place of the baby.. and that was it, I never saw her, they took her away and buried her in the Cuckfield Cemetery (I presume) on the stone, or place as no one said anything apparently it says Baby Corrado..I don't even have anything written that proves all this...I hardly remember my return home I was so distraught..Having gone the whole nine months, having felt life kick and wriggle inside of me and then... emptyness... Fortunately my mother, Bless her Soul, was with me all the way and was my only, but wonderful support through those dreadful days that immediately followed, the actual realization of what happened, the pain inside that will never go away ...I live in Italy and had come to England to have my baby, as I had done with my firstborn in 1966. (I am English and their father is Italian) My husband (from whom I divorced a long time ago ) came to England as soon as he had the news and his words were...well actually they were nothing really, nothing comforting nor sharing the pain... just that we could always have another baby... insensitivity is one of his main traits... Anyway when my body was better I returned home to Italy and I grieved and have grieved on my own ever since. My eldest son is the only person with me that thinks about his sister, obviously my younger sons (2) know about this but never lived it....I celebrate her birthday each year... I don't have a physical place to go to but of course the biggest and warmest place for her is always in my heart...I wish to thank you because through your page Alexia has come alive outside of my heart as well. Thank you.