Forty-two years ago our fifth child was stillborn. Infant death and miscarriage are seldom understood by those who have not experienced it. I felt ripped off that I never got to know this child and had no memories or photos of him as keepsakes. All we have is a little gravestone with his name.
The first year was difficult, but then acceptance came and with that a peace that God knew what He was doing even if we didn't understand. And yet, I will never cease to wonder what might have been.
For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.
(John Greenleaf Whittier)
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