If things had gone differently,
in about 2 weeks,
we’d be holding you.
If things had gone differently,
your brother would not be thumping away in my womb right now.
If things had gone differently,
I would not know the depth nor the sanctity of a mother grieving her unborn child.
If things had gone differently,
I would not be able to identify with the others, so many others who have lost this way.
If things had gone differently,
we would not be smiling and dreaming and preparing for Jack.
– There is no reconciling this. I miss you every day, and yet, if you were here,
he would not be.
I love you both.
I wish things could be different,
yet I can accept and even rejoice in how they are.
I find peace in believing that you watch over us,
that you have grown strong in Heaven,
that you know we love you and we wanted you,
that you maybe even had a hand in sending your brother to us.
After a summer of solace and renewal,
this month brings you back to the forefront of my mind.
You’d have been almost here,
and you will never be here.
But you are with us,
always with us.