Lately I've been thinking a lot about the night I found out I'd miscarried. Once we got home from the hospital, DH had to go to work, so he called my mum to find out if I could stay with her until he finished. As soon as I walked in her front door she gave me a great big hug, took me by the hand to lead me to the couch, insisted I lay down and covered me with a blanket. We spent ages chatting about the baby that wasn't to be as well as all sorts of things. It turns out she had cancelled a date (her first real date since Dad died) when she found out I was coming over.
I miss her.....
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