|My son, Joshua Isaac Shoemaker, was born November 7, 1992 and lived for three hours and 29 minutes. That evening, coming home from the hospital, after Joshua died, was very difficult. That night I was lying in bed clutching Joshua’s blanket that the nurses had wrapped him in when he was born. I was crying and felt so empty and hollow inside. All of sudden I felt my baby’s presence above my bed. I sat up and called his name. I feel, with all my heart, that my son came to me that night to let me know that he will always be with me wherever I am.