They mean well….I know they do.
But awkward attempts to comfort after another pregnancy loss are just empty hollow promises of better times.
Please know that……my heart is broken again.
The tears sting just as hard this time.
The ache is just as strong this time.
Again, my head is swimming with thoughts of missed memories, touches, smells and laughter.
But this time around there is a new emotion.
The fear of no hope.
The fear that this is the reality of a family with one child.
The fear of the conversation with my daughter one day about being an only child.
Just because I have grieved before doesn’t mean I can’t go it again.
Just because I have grieved before doesn’t mean I do it well.
Just cry with me.
That is all you can do.