There was a language barrier between the other bereaved family and my family. After the ceremony was over and we were reflecting on the candles we had lit in honor of our babies, I went over to hug the other lady. I shook her husband’s hand and told them who I was. I then leaned in to hug her. I wanted so badly to talk to her, but we couldn’t communicate without a translator.
I have learned from this pregnancy, that no matter how much we as humans try to control a situation, including all kinds of monitoring even when it isn’t deemed “medically necessary,” it isn’t up to US. God has the absolute final say in every situation. I pray that God continues to guide me, comfort, and adorn me with his love and gratitude. I will continue to praise him in this storm. He is forever faithful.
Should a grieving parent affected by child loss just “hush” and accept every comment thrown their way?