“When my mother, Peggy, passed away from breast cancer last summer, my heart was shattered. What made her loss especially painful was that I was five months pregnant, and she wanted so much to be here to meet her only grandchild. ‘I want to hold her and sing her the same lullaby I sang to you,’ she said with a smile as I sat with her in the hospital. ‘But if I’m not here, I’ll make sure she still feels the love of her grandma.’
“Not long after the funeral, I was shopping in a baby boutique, admiring a white wicker rocking chair, when suddenly I heard a familiar tune. I spun around and saw a music box with a twirling pink ballerina on the shelf behind me. My knees went weak and I put my hand on my belly. It was playing the unconventional lullaby my mother sang to me—‘Let It Be’ by The Beatles. Tears streamed down my face as I paid for the music box and took it home to put it in the nursery. ‘Thank you, Mom,’ I whispered as I wound it up once more to hear the sweet melody. Just then, the baby kicked and I couldn’t help but smile.”
—Amanda Bradley, 34, Bloomington, IN
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