Miscarriage. I hate the word. It sounds so...casual, like dropping your fork on the floor or causing the smoke alarm to go off because you forgot to check on the brownies. It should sound more like what it is: a death. Miscarriage is not only a death of a little life but of a dream and a life imagined. It's the death of dreaming about who this little person will be, imagining little booties and socks and hats, bike rides and birthday cakes with little ponies or trucks, Christmas morning and little squeals of laughter and joy. It's a death of all these things. And it's so completely 100% unfair!
To my dear sister, I am so sorry!
To my dear friend, I am so sorry!
It just plain sucks.
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