This has been the hardest part of our journey to date. Tears do not come out of sheer shock of such a loss of hope. My Dad, while he never fully understood our "situation," always made sure we "knew" what we were doing and encouraged us to "try harder"-this was always said with a mega-watt grin. He always went out of his way to call and ask about our appointments or casually asked how we were feeling about things at any given time. His sensitivity towards us and our "situation" was something I wish others would learn from.
So many have tried to "put themselves in my place," which never really helps unless you've experienced the same traumatic death of a parent while waiting for your children to come. Some have stated that I am "lucky" to not have to share this grief with my children who would be too young to "really understand." They may be right, I don't envy those having to struggle with their own despair while helping their children to understand their own loss. Yet, my heart breaks because not only did my Father never get to be my children's Papa, he never saw me as a Mother, my husband as a Father, us as a Family. Something I was hoping he would be proud to see and know.
While I do not know what the future holds, there are new thoughts and feelings that come and go as we continue to write our story. Now, we just have an angel watching over us.