The coroner wrote SIDS. Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.
It has no warning. No explanation that made sense.
No mistake to point at. No person to blame.
People think « nobody did anything wrong » is comforting.
Sometimes it isn’t.
Sometimes you want someone to have done something wrong because anger is easier to carry than helplessness.
I took Rosie’s crib apart myself.
My husband, David, had gone to the funeral home.
By the time he came back, the mattress was leaning against the garage wall and the crib was in pieces.
He stood in the doorway and stared.
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