Today, I found out that two of my friends miscarried.
Friends who have tried for years to get pregnant.
I spent the weekend with one, talking about the nursery, offering to babysit.
I shared a flurry of emails with the other, first of congratulations, then of grief.
One can’t talk about it.
The other can’t stop crying.
They are beautiful women.
One day, they will be beautiful mothers.
But right now, their bodies are broken.
Their spirits are failing.
And I have nothing to offer them.
My words of comfort can’t penetrate their grief.
My words of comfort can’t penetrate MY grief.
They will mourn.
They will cry.
They will hope.
They will wait.
