In this club, the membership eligibilty is loss and no one wants in. But here we are.
Our stories are similar, but not the same. Never the same. It was my first baby, my mother's third and fifth, my grandma's fourth. Never the same.
I was nearly 11 weeks, she was further. She held her baby, and then released him to Jesus.
Never the same.
There is a loss that brings old friends together. A loss that brings new friends into our lives.
But the ties that bind are strong. There is compassion and love and immediate friendship. A connection beyond ourselves, and we know who brings us together. Our Angels bring us together.
A shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen. A friend to call on in the darkness. She has been there, He understands, They know. Our stories are never the same, but yes. They are so much alike.
Longing, then loss. Grief and coping. Living, despite the pain.
We are united, and together we stand.
*Should you be here today because you too are a member of this club, I am so sorry. You are always welcome here, please email me if you'd like to talk.