We visit the cemetery each year to mark his birthday.
The other kids ask more and more questions about death, and Henry, as they get older. I think it is a healthy thing for them to do so.
We explain each year again what happened... a cord accident. No one's fault. (Although it took a long time for me to come to terms with that. I blamed myself for ages. I should have done this... I shouldn't have done that...)
My only comfort is I know he is in Heaven, and I will see him again one day.