The English language lacks the words 'to mourn an absence.' For the loss of a parent, grandparent, spouse, child or friend we have all manner of words and phrases, some helpful, some not. Still, we are conditioned to say something, even if it is only 'I am sorry for your loss.' But for an absence, for someone who was never there at all, we are wordless to capture that particular emptiness. For those who deeply want children and are denied them, those missing babies hover like silent, ephemeral shadows over their lives. Who can describe the feel of a tiny hand that is never held?"I read this today and thought of you. It is from the autobiography of Laura Bush talking about her own struggle with infertility. I know you've experienced loss in many crippling forms. You've lost tiny hands you never got to hold and held tiny hands that were taken from you much too soon. I can never seem to convey in words the way I feel for you in my heart. But even when words fail me, know that I love you.
I have all the confidence in the world, that time will give the other half a grip too. I love you !
I just have to say that Val's response is the most beautiful response I have ever heard, and absolutely perfect. Kenna .... you know how I feel already. I tell you probably too much. I love you. Can't wait for our photo date. Your stuff inspires me.
Thanks for your comment on my blog McKenna. I secretly stalk your blog too. (Hope that's ok!) We were family friends with Ashley Feaman (Cooper) when she lived in Layton and I found your blog off of hers. So sorry about all the awful stuff you've been through the last couple of months. I know it'll take a long time to even begin to move on but I hope it's starting to get better.
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