Yesterday Ethan & I took my car in for an oil change. We waited in the little lobby. An older(late 40's-early 50's) man came in. We made small talk - weather, housing prices. I was holding Ethan on my lap. The man asked if Ethan was my only child. I figured I'd never see him again, so I said yes. He said that I was very lucky. Then I had to speak up, I told him we lost our first daughter. He paused for a moment and then said, " So did we." She died a week before her due date. His wife had some health issues, so they never tried again. I told him that I was very sorry to hear that. He said that it was the hardest thing in the world, he & his wife still talk about their daughter. Then other people came into the lobby, I agreed that it was the hardest thing, paid my bill & left.
I get it Sara, I'll always talk about you!