Writing through my grief after losing my daughter Alaska Eileen to a second trimester miscarriage.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Throughout each day, I experience moments of clarity. About half of the time, I freeze and know that I absolutely cannot handle my reality. In other moments I am filled with strength and acceptance: I don't want to do this, but I can and will. Occasionally, the clarity of strength will be answered immediately by despair or vice versa.
This mothering a dead baby cannot possibly be my reality. But it is.