i read "Getting Near to Baby" again today. It's one of my favourite books. It captures grief in a way that i've never read in other books. i see myself in each character ~ adult, or child... strength or weakness... mostly weakness i guess.
my sister lost her little babe this week. That precious knowledge that baby's 9 months journey had begun was only a week or two old ~ & before they got through savouring that delicous flavour, babe had gone. My own fresh sorrow came back to me in the face of her grief.