The Ones I Carried

There is a kind of silence that is different from all other silences.

In this story Katie Meeson writes about the smallest lives she encountered in her years as a funeral director — and what it meant to carry them. Not just in her arms, but in her heart, long after the services were over.

This is a story about the question she couldn't answer, the showing up she did anyway, and the tenderness those little lives left behind in her.

Written for anyone who has held a baby who didn't come home.

Their life was not too small to matter. They were known. They were held. And they are held still.