Even as you grew inside me, I felt your fierce and passionate spirit…When you died inside me my world collapsed. Thank you for coming to me again in a dream. Thank you for offering what comfort you could from that dream space…This blanket was used by your brother when he was born. It should have been yours...I'm doing my best to reach out in the world to share what I know and what I've learned and what we all share in some ways. And that is what you leave for us.

Angelica Ruby's term of endearment would have been "Bunny."...I bought this onesie early in my pregnancy, secretly hoping for a girl…My heart was torn from my body, and when, like Demeter, I returned to the land of the living, I dealt with my grief the only way I knew how; I made art…So, it is time to pass forward this onesie, smelling of hope and sorrow but never of a child, to again make art.

This world, my world, has an immense void in it…oh, how my soul misses you…I close my eyes and deep in the stillness I can hear you speak, "Mama, a breath away I am, close in your heart I am…I remember, Mama, how you cradled me in your arms, snuggled me close next to your heart. Our fingers intertwined." I open my eyes and I remember your sweet little fingers.

How I miss you my baby boy. Always will. Trying to be strong, to live on…Saving you in my heart keeps me warm, the way your blue hats would have kept you warm.

When I see this pretty yellow dress, I remember my first daughter, Anna, and how lovely she looked when she wore it…We knew that it was unlikely that she would ever be able to celebrate her first birthday so my husband and I decided to have a six month birthday for her...In this dress, Anna was no longer the sick little girl who lived in a hospital, but a fairy princess about to enjoy a little birthday party just for her.

We welcome this chance to highlight the bravery of children and families with whom we have shared this passage…These items are representative of care, compassion and our passion for the peaceful closure at the battle's end…They also represent to us the love of the community through the charitable donations that are tenderly knitted. These are often the last things a child wears before they die and are what they wear when we place them in their parents' arms for the last time...All of these pieces have significant meaning in the lives of the children at Sick Kids...The children who have lost a life here are never forgotten. The love that we have for them can be felt in the walls of the hospital and in the smiles of the staff...We felt that contributing mementos of our precious little ones would be an excellent way to honour their memory and brave battles.

Laura's strong affection for her Smurf pyjamas was instant. As soon as she opened the present on her 5th birthday, the love affair began...Laura's Smurf pyjamas were faded and lopsided from all the love and attention they received…They became a metaphor for the way Laura lived her life. Her life was lived on her loving, trusting and somewhat unconventional terms.

Found a picture of you, Olivia, so gleeful with gift of this pink cotton top, your 6th birthday gift. Butterflies…Prance, prance like Little Pony, remembering you wearing this pink cotton top. Forever with me.

Brody loved the water. That's where he felt most at home. He was a child who could make you laugh with his wonderful sense of humour…To know Brody was to know joy, love and life. To have these swimming shorts is to have the largest part of my boy, my son, my Brody.

When I see this little outfit, it brings longing. Longing to hold you, Robert, to receive one of your strong hugs, to pick you up in my arms and never let you go…Remember the Easter when you were five? How dinosaurs were so exciting and fun…I had this little summer outfit made for you that year. I chose the material myself knowing you would love it...The tears are flowing and my heart is breaking, yet again, as I remember you in the hospital bed, how you squeezed my hand and the one tear rolled from your eye, though everyone told me it was impossible in your state of coma. How perfect and beautiful you looked, at peace.