Letter to the lost

My dear (tiny) little one,

We went to see you today, our little "blueberry", half me, half your father.

But you weren't there.

We saw a large dark spot, get bigger, smaller, move here, move there. Definitely a pregnancy sac, and definitely empty.

You've been gone a while, he said.

I want to explain to you why you can't be here with us, but I suspect that if you can understand anything at all, you understand this far far better than I do.

So I'll tell you only the thing that I do know. And that's that these weeks with you have been one of the greatest pleasures of my life, and I have treasured you.

Your mother loves you; loved you before you were conceived, loved you for every moment you were here with us, and will love you always.

Sleep well, child. I will see you in the Morning.