I sit here, empty handed, broken hearted, thinking what I did wrong to deserve this? I think about that time I lied to my parents. Or that time I snuck out. Or that time I was rude to the cashier. That time I got road rage. But is it possible that small cruelty can lead to such destruction? As Sean Hanish and his brilliant baby loss film, "Return to Zero" put it: three minus one equals zero. As simple and as true as that. Baby loss affects everyone. Everything. The past, the present, the future. The parents, the grandparents, the siblings, the aunts, the uncles. I died along my son on July 29, 2011 at 3:43am.
We were three. We lost him. Now we are zero.
I cannot wrap my head around this reality. This insanity.
We were three. We lost him. Now we are zero.
I cannot wrap my head around this reality. This insanity.