Yesterday, I attended the funeral for our friends’ 16-year-old son. I noticed his mother in the front row, dabbing away her tears. I thought about the tears she would certainly shed on Christmas Eve this year (and in years to come). Then I remembered—Christmas is for weeping mothers.
Tag: miscarriage
#DadsHurtToo (Part 6) — Miscarriage and the Gospel
This is the concluding post in a series on miscarriage and the Gospel — “#DadsHurtToo — A Father’s Memoir of Miscarriage.” It’s been almost three years since our last miscarriage. Wounds are healing. Yet, I’d be lying if I said those foxes don’t still bark and nip from time to time. They bark, but the Gospel…
#DadsHurtToo (Part 5) — Miscarriage and Loneliness
This is the fifth post in a series— “#DadsHurtToo — A Father’s Memoir of Miscarriage.” In God’s kindness, we survived that year. Our son—Living Child #5—was born February 8, 2012, allowing us to spend the anniversary of our loss enjoying our newborn. With his birth, we were finished having children—miscarriage and the little foxes were not….
#DadsHurtToo (Part 4) — Miscarriage and Culture
This post is the fourth in a series — “#DadsHurtToo — A Father’s Memoir of Miscarriage.” The day we returned from the hospital, I headed to store to fill a prescription for my wife. As I drove, I turned on the radio, set to my usual public radio channel. A state lawmaker and the host were discussing…
#DadsHurtToo (Part 3) — Miscarriage and Shame
This is the third post in a series — “#DadsHurtToo — A Father’s Memoir of Miscarriage.” Our daughter—Living Child #4—entered the world in December 2008 with no complications. In the spring of 2009, we learned another baby was on its way, due in February 2010. On a family vacation in July, my wife experienced strange contraction…