For our family, Father’s Day didn’t look like a Target ad; there was no barbecue on a shiny new grill, no whiskey glasses and leather chairs, no new TV and no new watch.
Our Father’s Day celebration did include all of your Grandpas.
It also included a trip to the cemetery.
Lane and I have been told that we’re walking through this experience with strength, resiliency, and grace. And maybe we are.
But what I have failed to share with you is the wrestling, and I think it’s time to talk about it.
I’ve kept my pregnancy with this little lady pretty close to my heart. Compared to sharing weekly (or more) with Norah, it’s basically been crickets over here. That’s partially because, well, there hasn’t been much to report, which is a miracle we thank God for every day.
But it’s also because pregnancy after loss is a hard and complicated path to walk. It’s a heady cocktail of intense joy and deep sorrow with a dash of hormones giving it a little extra spice.