So much to write about on this twelve day... Well, I'd use the word "vacation," but that implies a level of rest and relaxation that we did not reach on this trip!
Anyway, I'll have blog posts for days about the wedding and everything else, but for now I just wanted to share a link to the New York Times's recent collection of short essays about stillbirth. I submitted Eliza's story and it's been included in the collection they posted online. My essay is toward the bottom--about 4/5 of the way down.
I'm honored that it was included among so many voices, and I do hope that this public forum makes the difficult path a bit easier for others.
I confess, though, that I must have written that essay on a good day. I definitely still have days when I miss my old self and my old life and not being intimately acquainted with grief. I was an idiot, sure, but I sometimes I miss that innocence.
So beautiful and touching and sad. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful. I just read all the vacation posts. Whoa. Tired from reading!
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