Life has a way of being incredibly unexpected, which in my opinion is one of the most beautiful aspects of the universe. But it isn’t always easy to break things down into “happy” and “sad” especially when the two happen together. It seems that this is just part of being human.
It’s the cycle of things.
Recently, I lost a family member who happened to be incredibly close to me.
When I found out I was pregnant back in January, I started to think a lot about my own childhood, and the people who made me feel comfortable and understood when things weren’t so comfortable at all.
This family member was one of those individuals who made me feel loved and heard, mostly because we shared a sort of unconventional understanding of the world. I’m so grateful to have had that in my life.
I didn’t know we would lose this person, so soon at least, at such an exciting and happy time. It’s a lot to process when something like that happens.
So, naturally, I’ve been thinking about how to hold the memories close and let them be with me in a way that makes me a better mother.
With this being said, it’s just a really sad thing to have to navigate during such a time, and I invite those who have been through grief during pregnancy to share their experience with the duality of pain coexisting with hope, without one diminishing the other.
