I first heard this 6-word story on NPR when they were starting a 6-word memoir project. It made me tear up but I didn’t know why. So simple, how can so much feeling be in these 6 words? I never expected that these words would become so personal.
This started as a happy blog where I was chronicling the progress of the pregnancy, somewhere to post silly pictures of my baby bump. Then, we lost Ada MaryJo at 23 weeks, a wholly unexpected loss that was more devastating than anything I’d ever experienced. I’m hoping to use this blog as a place to write about Ada and the grief I feel as we embark on trying to have another child. Maybe, just maybe, it’ll help me through the process of grief and maybe it’ll help other women going through the same process.
If you know someone who has lost a child, and you’re afraid to mention them because you think you might make them sad by reminding them that they died — you’re not reminding them. They didn’t forget they died. What you’re reminding them of is that you remembered that they lived, and that is a great gift.~ Elizabeth Edwards July 3, 1949 – December 7, 2010