The well of sadness
The incomprehensible events of the last couple weeks brings the ridiculousness of Oscar Wilde’s Lady Bracknell to mind:
“To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune. To lose both looks like carelessness.”
Derek and I didn’t lose a parent last week. No, we had the misfortune to experience another miscarriage — our second within six months. And while we couldn’t have been further from careless, it’s hard not to want to second guess every choice and decision that we made during that brief seven weeks.
My head and heart bounce around through the various stages of grief with alarming elasticity. Mostly, I feel like I’m standing at the edge looking into a bottomless well of sadness.
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