Almost seven years ago, I suffered a miscarriage during a holiday weekend.
For me, that holiday was Easter, not Thanksgiving or Christmas. Yet, the fact that others celebrated while I mourned wasn’t lost on me.
As other families enjoyed egg hunts, ham dinners and rejoiced that “Jesus is Risen!” I struggled to pull myself out of bed,…
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