Dear Village
It’s odd to feel gratitude when thinking about losing a baby. The most horrific, helpless, overpoweringly sad, broken and awful emotions I’ve ever felt were because our baby died. So it feels confusing, almost paradoxical that some of the warmest, deepest, most thankful moments we’ve had also occurred around and because and for Abram. One of the threads of thankfulness that continues to be bold and present every time I think about Abram is how many others have thought and are thinking about Abram. I think too many women and men go through this on their own, quietly crumbling on the inside with no one but themselves to pick up the pieces. I can’t imagine the strength that takes, and every time I try to fathom it, I am thankful that loneliness is not something I’ve felt. In this ocean of grief, as I think of it often, we are surrounded by others to help us remember Abram, to grieve for him, and to simply love him. Our village has given us ‘tangibles,’ which I have found ...