The unthinkable
Nov 24, 2021
2 minutes
My first brush with the loss of a baby was eight years ago, when a friend’s daughter died aged three months old. The hall was packed at Emily’s funeral, standing room only. Although the sun was shining through the back of the hall, I felt cold holding my husband’s hand.
Despite having experienced two, were number four; they were the second in a month. I was overwhelmed, trying to understand something so primal but that made no sense.
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