One year ago, my life changed forever. In the blink of an eye, Grey and I went from being on top of the world to utterly destroyed. Looking back on posts from that period, I struggle with the knowledge of what was to come. The crippling depression, the loss of faith and even losing the will to live.
It's not uncommon to see those who are living with loss mark certain dates: estimated due dates, anniversaries, pregnancy milestones. For me, it's the cherry blossoms. Seeing them bloom is a remember of the babies we were suppose to be holding right now.
On Saturday, Grey and I made our way to the University quad to sit amount the cherry blossoms. Despite being surrounded by people from all walks of life, we were able to find our own patch of grass. We spent an hour lying among the tress, remembering all that could have been. We also reflected on all we had been through since then, all we've fought hard to regain.
Not a day goes by where I don't think of the ones that were gone too soon. In no way will I ever compare the pain we lived through and continue to live with with that of others, but for Grey and I losing these embryos was the hardest thing we've had to live through. Some scars run too deep to ever completely heal. The only way I know how to cope, to move on, is to remember.
Listen Up and then BE HEARD!
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