Oh, my heavy, heavy heart... So much sadness and heartbreak and grief on my Facebook this past week. The loss of sweet little ones. Angels here on earth and now in heaven. It has all been like reopening a wound. A wound I keep thinking is scarred over enough by now to maybe itch a bit, but not be tore back open.
But here it is. Open.
The heartache... real. The tears I keep choking back... real.
I want to wrap my arms around these sad, grieving, heartbroken mamas... Women I have never & probably will never meet in real life, but whom I share a sisterhood of sorts with. Not a sisterhood any woman really ever wants to find themselves in...
These stories of precious babies lost to us much too soon are sometimes too much for me to bear. They are harsh reminders of how cruel life can sometimes be. How so much of it is beyond our control.
And it scares me. To the core.
