This morning, I’m writing about grief and the holidays over at Shawn Smucker’s blog as part of his Advent Letters to Those We’ve Lost series.
This morning, I found out that we are, yet again, not pregnant. . . and all I want to do is turn on the Christmas tree lights, sit beside you, and hear you tell me about when you were surprised to find out you were pregnant. I want to ask your advice about our journey. I want to get some of the comfort you gave out like breath.
But you are not here . . . still and again. . .