On Losing

I lose everything. Keys. Glasses. Money. Even important things like wedding bands and credit cards. I never worry that I'll find them though, because they always turn up. They'll show up in the most obvious of places almost like magic or divine intervention. As though they'd been playing tricks on me all along.

This is a strange feeling though, losing life. To see red and know that life is slipping from you and there's nothing you can do to stop it; it's surreal. If I'd never seen those two pink lines, this would just be another bloody day in of a lifetime of cycles that come and go. Some heavier, some harder. Some painful.

But this is different, knowing that this is life leaving you.

Cry with your husband. Hug your mother. Watch your baby sleep and thank God for all of the blessings He has given you. Even the ones that hurt.

Then write something. And breathe deeply. Acknowledge the loss...and move forward. There's nothing else to do.