The deepest sad

She said her daughter was a strong woman. And I cried.

She told me all that her family endured in the last month and my heart broke into pieces.

A baby girl I never met, born of a woman I love like a sister, died this week, too far away for me to get to her mom and hold her tight. She was four months old. Her mom called her a happy baby. Only four months old, and already a strong woman.

I don’t know how people survive this much sadness. My job today was to spread the news to our friends. Each time I said the words, my heart cracked open again.

 

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21 thoughts on “The deepest sad

  1. 4 years ago (5 in November) I sat at the hospital with one of my best friends, growing up, family. As she gave birth to her daughter whom passed away in utero. She was diagnosed with Trisomy 18. Moments after birth we all went back to be with her, and the baby. It was undoubtedly one of the saddest things I ever saw. My friend numb with geief. Held her beautiful daughter in her arms. We cried, and prayed, and cried some more. I thought about my own loss the year before at 11 weeks. That was trumatic for me. This was even harder. A perfect little human taken from a genetic disorder that was incompatable with life. Snice that day, everyone gathered in that room was changed. You cannot witness something like that and be the same person after.

      1. I could say thank you, but I can’t. Thank you for taking the time to acknowledge me. I am new to blogging. I was looking for a post that grabbed my attention. This one was it. So, thank you for sharing your experience.

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