I will never forget that call.
I will never forget the sound of her quivering voice on the other end of the line.
I will never forget walking her through time-sensitive decisions that were nothing short of torturous.
I will never forget the pleading – the pleading with the Universe, a God/any God, for the outcome to be different.
I will never forget the sight of her empty arms, belly and infant onesies.
I will never forget the stillness of her home when she arrived back from the hospital.
I will never forget her grappling for an explanation to share with her other children.
I will never forget her downcast gaze whenever the question was asked “How many children do you have?”
I will never forget her struggles to find Loss support groups where she could feel welcomed.
I will never forget her asking me whether or not she was a monster for making the choices she did.
I will never forget her bravery.
I will never forget her courage.
I will never forget her mothering.
I have never forgotten you.
Pregnancy & Infant Loss Awareness Day 2018.
