A Story.

Today, I cried.

I read a story and I cried.

A story of a baby born still, no breath, no sound.

Her family had waited and hoped and dreamed.


I cried over every word, every picture.

I thought, “what if it were me?”

“What if I had lost what I hold so dear?”

I cried.

I cried for what was and what will never be.

I cried for myself, for others close to me.

I cried for my beloved, for his family.

Then, as I sat, tears pouring down,

I thought again.

This time, this time,

I thanked God for every heartbeat, every flutter.

Every breath and every memory.

I thanked him for the family, for the daughter,

For the lost but not forgotten.

Today, I am thankful.


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