The ultrasound that isn't.
Hopefully the last of the reminder phone calls has been delivered and I can now get on with the business of...
...healing?
...forgetting?
...moving on?
To what?
My mom insisted on living independently. She wanted to live in the two-story house she and my dad built in the 70s, despite the fact that da...
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I wish I could say I don't understand how you feel -- but I do. And I wish so much that neither of us felt this way. Little things like an appt. can really set you back. I just returned home from an appt. with my OB -- and while she is lovely, the whole office gives me such a bad feeling now. (and not just b/c I was surrounded by pregnant women - I almost bit the receptionist's head off when she asked for my insurance card). We are never going to forget - NEVER - it is impossible, b/c it is a part of our very being now. I wish I had something more comforting to say right now, but just know that I am thinking about you today......
I don't know what the future holds for any of us, but I guess we can only hope that somehow we'll find a way of living that doesn't require us to grieve 24/7, that allows us to find happiness in small joys and lets us remember the children that we lost with as much grace and dignity as possible. And in the mean time, we'll just rage at the world and wonder how we got here...
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