pjvj (pjvj) wrote,

When words fail and distance is great only gasping sobs remain

My heart splinters today for mi sobrina dulce and her gentle husband. My dear sweet Jessica miscarried today at 17 weeks. Five hundred miles is a long way to send comfort yet I attempted to do so through the phone. When only arms wrapped 'round you will do I was left with hollow sounding words trembling from my lips as the ache reverberated in my soul knowing what I was feeling was a mere drop of her pain. Never one to fall onto the "it could be worse" and "time heals" swords I was left with repeating my love and my anguish at the wretched event dropped into her life.

Regular prenatal check-up, meant to be a day of joy, becomes the nightmare of no heartbeat, and being swept upstairs to labor & delivery to be induced. She is there now.

The candle is lit, the words whispered into her ear and to the Gods, the message sent to family, and I sit here helpless typing words on a page in a bloody blog because 500 miles is a long way to send comfort....and I feel I should do something. So I mark this time with words and tears as I hold my sweet niece in light and love and Blessings and await news that the first part of her ordeal is over and she is safely home.

Then. Then I will breathe again.

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