I received a phone call this morning that shook my world quite a bit. My younger sister was pregnant with her second child. She lost the baby on Saturday and didn't find out until Tuesday. I dressed quickly and went to get house and spent the morning with her. We talked about everything. Her new job, my job, her husband, how her daughter was taking the news... everything. At some point, Kayla was being... well, a 3 year old, so Salena picked her up. I was teasing with Kayla, smileing back and forth when she reached down to her mom's tummy and in her 3 year old matter of fact time announced "the baby died!" I wrapped my arms around Salena and Kayla and held them both. I thought Salena was going to faint.
Yesterday I was going to be an uncle again. Today I am not. I grieve with my sister. I grieve for my sister. I grieve for that beautiful baby that is gone.
