It's eerie.
My world collapsed around me.
Then together we built it back up.
A new life.
Together.
Expecting to complete our family in February.
We failed.
Friday morning.
2:30 AM.
Our future.
Our family.
Our angel.
Our precious unborn angel..
Gone.
We grieve for a child that was not yet ours. We drown in our sorrows together, and alone as we are, we, one day, will stand strong from the wounds that cruel fate hath left us. I love him. The child I never held. The child who never spoke his cries. I can no longer dream to stroke his hair. I can no longer wish to see those perfect eyes.
I never knew him.
And death, with his cruel