That my positive pregnancy tests & little apple seed of a babe might feel like daggers of injustice to another woman.  That I have made another woman sit in a hot shower, sobbing “Why not me too, God?”  (By the way, our water bill was almost double than usual in December.  I have no shame in the fact that I spent almost an hour a day in our bath tub for a month after losing Harpie.)

If you are one of those women, wrapping your arms around your belly to make yourself feel whole as you read my blog — my heart aches for you.  I have no adequate words but to tell you that I am sorry.  I have been there, clawing through bitterness that threatened to choke me until I screamed.  I know what it feels like to be so empty you are numb; I never wish that upon anyone.  I wish I had a cure, or a salve to make the hurt stop.  I wish I could reach through the internet & hug you until you had hope, like my friends did for me.  But my words are inadequate, & I know that.  Man, do I know that.

So just know that I pray for you & think of you — whether I know your  name, know your face, or simply know you as a screen name on a comment or an internet board.  As I said in a previous post — we are never alone.