Today was meant to be our due date, August 29th. It feels crazy to say that back in February we had a missed miscarriage at 11 weeks. When I was in the thick of it, all I wanted to do was look at and read about others who went through it too. I wanted to feel less alone, to feel like I would be able to get out of the giant hole of sadness I was in, and to know that different outcomes were still possible. People don’t talk about miscarriages. I had absolutely no idea what lay ahead. I didn’t know it would take 2 weeks or how sharp the drop would feel from dreaming and planning to feeling empty. We don’t know what’s next for us but we have each other. If this grief is yours too: you’re not alone. Good things will still happen to us. Life is long 🤍
Uncle Joe. A big part of my love for classic rock comes from you picking me up from school every day blasting WZLX. There will never be a time I see a rabbits foot or hear Donald Duck and not think of you. I will miss your random texts to me with cheesy dad jokes or pictures of Nicky. Looking at you, people probably wouldn’t guess you baked incredible pies—lemon meringue, apple, chocolate (my dad’s favorite). Or that you dressed up as Santa Claus for Christmas whenever you got the chance. The last few days have been hard, but they’ve also shown us just how loved you are and how much you’ll be missed. I love you forever ❤️
I ran a marathon! Back in January I decided 2024 was going to be the year I ran one and I can’t believe I fricken did it!! I couldn’t have done it without all of these amazing people by my side- I love you guys. That was so hard 🤣
Wow! Saturday was an actual dream. Thank you to everyone who made it the most incredible day. I still can’t believe how perfect it all was. I have a fricken husband!! I love you 4EVER @natemainemer ! ❤️
