Books are filled with stories of babies who die at or shortly after birth that make you shudder and put the book down, perhaps even throwing it.
I share a kinship with so many women through the ages-past, present and future- that I desperately wish I didn't.
Yet this kinship gives me my first born and my treasure laid up in Heaven. This kinship gives me compassion, empathy and strength I would have gained into no other way.
Thank you.
I miss you.
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Sweet Lola. I don't forget either. There were some important life lessons learned and the basis for much of my compassion I owe to her.And to her mother. I love you.
I love your last paragraph.
I will never forget her, either. I too have noticed far too many baby's graves. It's a terrible kinship that you have, and also an empathetic gift.
Your posts about Lola always leave me with an ache :( I love reading how you remember her and how the experience of losing her has changed you in ways that you can be grateful for. You are amazing.
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