Forty Three

It felt like all the lights in her world had been turned off, everything was dark. The baby blues hit hard. She curled up on her bed at the hotel for days. Everything hurts. Her soul ached and nothing can make her feel better.

Her breasts were leaking milk, her whole body swollen, the wound from the C-section was painful but there was no baby. The worst thing was there was no explanation to why it had happened, one minute it was there, healthy and fine, the next it was gone. One minute they were planning to welcome a new person into their lives, the next was a funeral.

She didn’t want to be there. She didn’t want to bury a tiny casket with her child in it. What was once growing inside her body was going to rot in the ground.

Gabriel and Perry took care of the arrangement and said their goodbyes to tiny baby Kendall Patricia Love, the name they put on the tombstone.

“Can you stay here for awhile? She needs the both of us here … and to tell you the truth, it’s hard for me too …” Ga