Sometimes grief in the wake of a pregnancy loss can linger for decades before achieving closure. A friend suffered her miscarriage more than thirty years ago and the pain was still fresh in her heart. I left for Israel for a speaking event and would be visiting the Gardens for Life where babies from pregnancy loss are memorialized. I planted a tree in memory of her son and came back with a certificate bearing his name, a branch from a nearby olive tree and a rock from the hole I dug for the tree, along with pictures. This task took little time but provided closure for the king-size hole in her heart. Closure becomes easier when the baby has a name and is memorialized. Though his stay was short, he’ll always be a member of the family.