The Pain of Bereaved Mothers…
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.