And I cried as I remembered my son in his suit at his sister's funeral, at the kids singing "Jesus Loves Me", at the numbness I felt at the time. I cried as I remembered how I didn't yet know how awful and dark the grief would become, and at how naive I still was about the whole journey. I cried for that poor person who didn't know what was ahead, that the journey wasn't over but was really just beginning.
And I cried as I remembered the next night reading on the eScribe board that A. would be induced the next morning, and asking my husband to pray for their family with me. And my preacher husband's prayer was simply, "Have mercy on them."
And I cried that so many of us have had to go through something that no one should have to go through.
I am so sorry that any of us have to go through this experience. May God have mercy on us.