A Mouse's Tale

Random scurryings of a writer.

Breathing deep…

“With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence – o’er and o’er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!”
~Thomas Moore

I’m still having a hard time with the loss of what would have been our baby. On our one year wedding anniversary, I would have been entering my second trimester. As treacherous as it may be to say, even the untimely loss of Joe’s grandfather has paled in comparison to how I feel now. Yes, I did mourn Grampa Fitch’s loss, but I knew and know Grampa Fitch.

I will never know my baby.


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