Heavy Hearts

Our Tegan and Kelley Marie have suffered a miscarriage this past weekend. We were surprised with the exciting news of a new baby, one that would be due very near their wedding date. We are saddened by this loss. My heart is heavy being so far away from them both. I really just want to hold them both and cry with them. I have never experienced a miscarriage, but Beckie has, and she will, no doubt have the right things to say to her brother and to Kelley.

To Tegan, my son...

I have never been so proud of you as I am today. You have been Kelley's rock these past weeks, her comfort, someone she could cry with, the one person who understands her hopes and fears. You are a good man. I wish I could hug you in person. I am sorry you have to go through this experience. I love you very much.

To Kelley Marie,

I am also very proud of you. You faced your fears this week with an open heart. The ups and the downs, one minute, one day at a time, even though you were so scared. I found this poem I wanted to share with you.

Tiny Footprints On A Mother's Heart

When a baby arrives,

be it for a day, a week, a month, a year or more,

or perhaps only a sweet flickering moment-

the fragile spark of a tender soul

the secret swell of a new pregnancy

the goldfish flutter known only to you-

you are unmistakeningly changed...

the tiny footprints left behind on your heart

bespeak your name as Mother.

I am truly sorry that I cannot hold you, and hug you right now, and I am sorry that you have to know this sorrow. I love you.