Earlier this week my Aunt departed this earthly life. She had only been really sick for a few short weeks, we knew she was in rough shape but had hoped her strength would pull her through. So even though we knew it was a possibility is a little warning that someone may die ever enough?
Remembering all this reminds me of the wonderful life Lily had and how blessed I was that I got to experience it with her. She was with me for every up and down in my life for nearly 9 years, even though I have a lot of people in my corner, she knew just as much about me as all of them.
Today I would like to talk about a very personal struggle I have had in my adulthood. While I actually find that most conversations around this topic are deep and meaningful, there is also a stigma about it and I am cautious to bring it up. Ian and I have suffered multiple miscarriages. It is hard and sad and I am not looking for pity, but am wanting to open the conversation up for those going through similar pain.