Weakness and vulnerability are not the same. In case you'd forgotten. It is sometimes helpful to remember this.
And so the days have been. It could all change tomorrow. I could be a grieving mom. I hope the day never comes. Dare I say, in a small way I grive with these moms. I am so sorry they have lost their babies. I am in awe of their courage.
The pulmonary embolism that killed my true love came on so quickly that there was no detecting it, and worse, no stopping it. In an instant I became a single father and a widower.