Dad Sells Late Baby’s Sweater to Old Lady, Later Mom Finds Box from Her on Their Doorstep — Story of the Day

A woman grieving the loss of her baby is devastated when her husband sells all of their little boy’s mementos at a garage sale. But fate had a surprise in store for her.

When Lynn Dardon saw that pink cross on the pregnancy test, she started screaming. “Don! We’re pregnant! WE’RE PREGNANT!” Lynn and Don had been hoping and praying for this day for eight long years and finally, their dream was coming true!

Lynn spent the next seven months in a daze. All she’d ever wanted was to be a mom and to share that experience with Don. When their baby boy was finally in her arms, she was delirious with happiness, but unfortunately, her happiness was short-lived.

In the box Lynn found a little bit of the memories of her tiny son | Source: Shutterstock.com

In the box Lynn found a little bit of the memories of her tiny son | Source: Shutterstock.com

Lynn and Don’s baby boy, Sam, lived just five months. One afternoon, Lynn went to check on Sam during his nap and found that God had called her boy home. Sam was gone, and no one could explain to Lynn why he’d died.

Doctors spoke about sudden infant death, the priest spoke about the will of God, but all that Lyn knew was that the nursery upstairs was empty, that there was no Sammy gurgling and clutching at his toes, or nuzzling at her breast.

All there was, was a hideous yawning pit of pain and rage that threatened to consume her. Lynn spent days curled up in the rocking chair in Sammy’s room clutching his tiny blue sweater, breathing in his scent.

“Sammy!” she’d whisper and hum a lullaby to herself. In that nursery, holding the little knitted blue sweater with the snowflakes, Lynn felt close to her son, less desperate, and less alone.

Lynn and Don were delighted to discover they were expecting a baby | Source: Unsplash

Lynn and Don were delighted to discover they were expecting a baby | Source: Unsplash

Don, who was grieving too, didn’t understand that remembering Sammy, touching his toys, his little clothes, comforted Lynn. He thought that she was obsessed with a morbid memory.

His mother gave him what turned out to be very bad advice. “When your father died,” she said, “I had some people come in and take all his clothes and his things away. It helped me move on, come to terms with his death.”

It made sense to Don. He knew Lynn was in pain, and it seemed to him that clinging to Sam’s sad little...