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.
I miss you.