My dad was supposed to have a younger brother. But Grandma had a miscarriage. My grandfather asked the hospital if he could take home the miscarried baby. The baby was laid in a special urn and placed on an altar. They named the child Cu Teo.
Dad would often have dreams where he played with his little brother. Sometimes Cu Teo was super annoying and wouldn't stop bugging him even though Dad wanted to rest.
"I don't want to play today! You're so loud! Leave me alone, I'm tired!" scolded Dad. Dad basically did have a little brother, just not in the physical sense.
Grandpa nurtured that child's spirit for years. He even sent Cu Teo to "school" in the astral world and eventually Cu Teo reached an "educational level" that would have been equivalent to a college graduate. At that point, Grandpa's responsibilities were completed, and he was able to send off Cu Teo to a higher spiritual realm.
Grandpa had also collected lost souls trapped inside rocks and geodes (story for another day). He conducted a ceremony for them and sent them all off together as a group, so they had each other for company on the ethereal journey.
After that, Dad never saw Cu Teo come to play in his dreams again.
I know this is a touchy and sensitive topic, but it's an important one. My parents have always said one must name and pray for a lost unborn child. They still have souls and they need to be guided to the light. It's such a painful and traumatizing experience that some people just sweep it under the rug and try to forget it all happened. Please, for the love of god, name the baby, acknowledge its soul, and pray for it to be guided to the light.
