The last days of July and the first few of August are painful. I find myself with too much time to think. Three years ago I suffered a loss. A grief so great, it's impossible to get over. I've written about this loss, my pain. Yet there is still so much left unsaid. And the unsaid is too painful to write. The unsaid is what hurts the most. And for now it's better left unsaid.
Today I will let others say it for me.
A miscarriage is a natural and common event. All told, probably more women have lost a child from this world than haven't. Most don't mention it, and they go on from day to day as if it hadn't happened, so people imagine a woman in this situation never really knew or loved what she had.
But ask her sometime: how old would your child be now? And she'll know.
~ Barbara Kingsolver