If God is Love, surely this woman is a saint.
I chose loss. I volunteered for it. Signed up and waited for my turn. I chose loss; but I never thought it would feel like this.
Four days ago I lost my daughter. My beautiful baby girl, who had only ever known life in a NICU incubator. Four days ago I held her in my arms as she lay dying, trying to choke back the sobs as I whispered my love to her. It was the first time she had been cuddled to my side. Four days ago I lost the sweet child I’d been planning and preparing for during the past eight months. And I walked into an empty home filled with baby things I had hoped to fill with loving memories.
I kissed my baby goodbye and walked out of the small, dark room they use for these things, trying to hold it together long enough to get…
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