One year ago today, I found out my baby had died in utero. My heart was broken (and it still is). I passed the baby in the next couple of days and had him buried in the rosary garden at church.
I'm still working through it. I'm working through the overwhelming emotions that have followed. And, it's all over the place.
Emily had a great idea that I celebrate Mark's feast day, but I think for this year, I'll just let it pass as quietly as possible. My children talk about both Mark and Rose so easily. I can't. Yet.
I think I will go employ some retail therapy.
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