This month, we as a human race unite and remember our babies that we never held, never met, or who didn't stay long enough. It doesn't matter what religion or ethnicity you are from; the phenomenon of miscarriage and child loss plays no favorites. As a family, we try to always remember our Alexander and Theophana without need for an occasion, but now is the time when we share our stories of grief with others in the effort to know we are not alone, to break the stigma of silence, and to give hope to others.
I have a friend who has had SEVERAL miscarriages, and many failed adoption attempts. It has been many years of sorrow for her and her husband. Just a month ago, she gave birth to her beautiful and perfect son. Oh the tears that flowed from seeing the joy and knowing in her eyes. She knows what it's like to feel the bitter loss, which makes the joy so much sweeter. There is so much benefit from being able to know loss! I wouldn't wish it on anyone, but I tell you, true understanding of what someone is going through is hard to gain unless you've been through it. It's a gift.
So, that being said, we take a moment to remember the little ones who were dearly wanted but are not with us. We love you, you are a part of us, and we will always remember you.
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