January is the month that our first child, Peter, was due to be born. The 15th was his official due date, and it was a day that came and went without tears, just a brief acknowledgement that it was here and he wasn't.
I know that if Peter would have survived then L would not be here, which is a tricky truth.
I bring him up, not for condolances, but because I want you to remember him the same way I do. He is always present to me as a great litany of questions and imagined features, giggles and hugs.
I suppose, more than anything, I want people to be more compassionate to mothers who have miscarried and to their families. I still grieve for the child I never knew.
Bonnie, it is hard not ever meeting our children. And not a day goes by that we don't think of them. I always wonder if Maria and Bernadette would've looked alike and had the same color red hair. -Susie PS: I like this post.ReplyDelete