I can’t seem to finish a post. I have several working, all the time, but real life seems to take over and then I am wordless.
Tonight I watched a mother give birth to a beautiful, silent baby who did not move, and whose heart did not beat. I watched a young father weep as he rocked back and forth as his lifeless child was born. It was sad, and heavy and my heart hurts.
When I say to my children, that someone, somewhere, is always worse off than they are, they roll their eyes and call me Pollyanna. But it is truth.
Love your people just a little bit harder today.
I need to sleep now, and to forget for just a little while.