The one where the child you love; now grown, has to tell you that the baby was lost.
A horrible, horrible day for our kids.
After my anger, and tears and harsh words for how unfair it all is were delivered to my husband; I do what I always do, I got busy.
I seem to process the un-process-able best when I keep busy.
With just about anything.
First it was the laundry, now all folded and put away.
Then it was the green beans from the garden.
About 3-4 pounds of Romano green beans, now all snapped, packaged and in the freezer.
After that it was about 3-4 pounds of blue lake green beans, now all snapped, packaged and in the freezer.
During this time, my husband joined me at the sink. Snap for snap, we worked side by side.
And periodically through tears I would say a little something that I must have forgotten before the work began.
When pain and anger were in charge.
And that is how we do things here.
Together, in silence if need be, or in tears, if need be.
She is our only daughter, and we will be there to help them both, every step of the way.
Thank you for your visit today...