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It’s different the second time. It’s not that it’s less painful, it’s a different pain.
It’s finding out your new favorite author died as you had just started reading their first book. You mourn an idea you had in your head but you didn’t know the person.
The pain though is there and sometimes it blindsides you. You start to get irritated at the mail because all the medical bills and statements from that time are just now rolling in, just when you were starting to put it out of you conscious thoughts.
It hits you with every single pregnancy announcement. Which seems to come from every tweet, every blogger, every photo on Instagram. My Facebook feed is full of ultrasounds and I turn my hands up to the sky and let out a yell. WHY. Why Me again!
Then the phone rings and it’s a friend a friend who has been through so much pain, so much more then me. Expecting.
I don’t even flinch. I am filled with joy and elation and tears of happiness and I am reminded, that even in pain there is great joy and that miracles do happen. I smile wide and I hold her in my heart and when I feel the pain creeping back in I just need to think of her little miracle and I know that all will be okay.
* I didn't notice when I picked this picture, until I was doing the final edits that the right wing on the butterfly is damaged. Pain in beauty. Loss in living. The reminders are always there if only I will stop and see them.
While this is a sponsored post, thoughts and words are all my own.