Why I am Sad Two Months out of the Year
Hello everyone, I hope everyone is keeping warm. Back in my hometown, they are expecting about 14 inches of snow...yikes. For those who are not having a good day, I do hope that it gets better. TRIGGER WARNING - Before you keep reading, I will writing about my miscarriage. If this triggers you, then I suggest you skip this post or read it when you are able. When Pope Francis became Pope, I was lying in bed miscarrying our first and only biological child. Isn't it ironic that we remember such event when something tragic happens to us. For example, those who were old enough for 9\11, remember exactly where they were when that tragedy occurred. As I saw our new Pope come out on the balcony, everyone was cheering. I, alone in our bedroom, laid there losing the most precious thing that I could not save. What a contrast to the happiness that most were experiencing as Pope Francis came out and cheered all in the crowd. During the months of March and November, I am sad. I am sad ...