Firstly sorry that it has been so long between posts, I will try to make this more regular again. Tonight I feel compelled to get my thoughts out of my head and out some where else………..
I watched the season final of “Grey’s Anatomy” a show I enjoy and towards the end as I knew that mt favourite characters would be ok, one of them began to miscarry her baby. She would have been only 8 weeks or so pregnant. The same as me when I have miscarried……… 3 times.
Then I just cried.
Cried for the babies I lost.
Cried for the pain I know that she will feel, even if she doesn’t yet.
Cried for the unfairness of a world that allows such pain.
I cried the unwept tears that I have kept hidden so that I can keep on living.
If………
I loved them though they never were.