Last night before bed, I was sort of dreading today because it was this day two years ago that I lost my baby, Mary Francis. I was really feeling the sadness again. Then, scrolling through Twitter, I saw a tweet from someone I do not know at all.
He and his wife had just lost their baby boy at thirty-eight weeks of pregnancy due to placental abruption. Their beautiful, healthy, ready-to-be-born baby is now dead, and instead of bringing him home to his crib, they will be burying him.
I know we shouldn’t compare griefs and sorrows, and I know I’m entitled to grieve my little child whose face I never saw, but this still stopped me up short. My heart broke for this couple. I can’t even imagine their pain.
So all I can do is offer God my own sadness today, for them and their son, in some kind of solidarity even though they don’t know me. I know my grief pales in comparison to what they are going through. May God comfort them and sustain them, for only He can.
Jennifer Hartline is a senior contributor to The Stream and has been published extensively at Catholic Online and at Catholic Stand. A proud Army wife and mother of four children, she is studying theology at Holy Apostles College and Seminary. You can read her other articles for Hour of Our Death here.