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Parents of lost babies and potential of all kinds: come here to share the technicolour, the vividness, the despair, the heart-broken-open, the compassion we learn for others, having been through this mess — and see it reflected back at you, acknowledged and understood.
Thanks to photographer Xin Li and to artist Stephanie Sicore for their respective illustrations and photos.
My mom told me that someone was asking how I was doing. This lady who was in her 70s told my mom about her three sons born stillborn before having her two living children. She said their names. She remembered details of each sweet boy.
My 60 year old something neighbor stopped me when I was walking. He told me how sorry he was for the loss of my son. Then with tears in his eyes he told me about the loss of his little girl to SIDS. His only little girl. He told me her name.
My other neighbor, also older, told another family member about his stillborn son. He said how far along his wife had been and his son's name.
How brave so many people are and I never would have known their terrible heartbreak until I had to walk down the same horrible, lonely, well-worn, sad road.