Hands Up for Helping Families of Premature Babies

March is always a hard month for me; I try to stay busy and keep focused so that my mind doesn’t have time to spend on my own thoughts. On the 15th of March this year, it will be nine years since I saw my precious baby, Marcus. I feel weird calling it an anniversary; this word makes it sound like a celebration. To me, it will always be another year since I got to kiss, hold, cuddle, talk to, touch, dream of his life, and so much more.