I'm feeling mad today.
I'm angry that:
M isn't here
That M died
That I had a miscarriage
That people don't know what to say to us (how 'bout just Sorry!!!)
That hardly anyone in this world speaks for our babies
That baby death and I think, especially stillbirth are such silent topics in our society.
That we ourselves keep the silence going. (Why? Why don't we talk about it? Is it because women just naturally take it as their "shame"?) *
That when I go down the scrapbook aisle of my local craft store, they don't have anything for dead people.
*I feel the need to add: yes, I talk about M, but I tend to keep my miscarriage a secret of sorts. I don't know why I do this.