Blessings

One of the great blessings of the past six years of heartache has been the people I've met. People like Sharon, who was the first person who really understood and who introduced me to Share Pregnancy & Infant Loss Support, for which I am eternally grateful. And Colleen, who has traveled a very similar path as mine, who I find interesting and delightful, and who can make me laugh even in a doctor's waiting room. Like Hope, who I met recently at the Share retreat only briefly, and who made an indelible print on my heart. And there's Christa, a fellow blogger, whom I have never met in person and whose heart has expanded to include me. I'm grateful to Lori, whose healing presence in a difficult moment made it all better. There's Rose, who is one of my biggest fans and I hers. She spurs me on to write and write and write, and I love her for it. There's Cathi, the director of Share, who has dedicated her life to ensuring no family feels alone. She is an inspiration.

I am honored to be touched, however briefly, by each of these women who I probably never would have met had it not been for our shared tragedies. There's no greater gift than friendship. I believe our souls are changed through each of our relationships. I have learned from these women resilience, faith, trust, and the healing power of sharing your most difficult, shameful emotions. Our boat is a difficult one to be in, one nobody willingly joins us in, and I am grateful every day that these women are navigating the turbulent seas with me.