Babies & Other Miscarried Hopes

For the uninitiated, grief is just a dressed-down version of sanctification, inviting you to sit down and lay it all on the table. So, once again, I took a seat. Consider mortality? Piece of cake. Long for the light on the other side? Constantly. Remember that we are but dust? Sure, tell me something I don't know. On the meta, "giving up" is my jam. Let me throw my hands up in the air, laugh at what small shreds of control exist in this life. I've been tempted to make my home in Lent, skip to All Saints Day, and make Advent last all year-round.