I had a simply delightful time with the two women I met up with today - A and S. I didn't ask them if I could use their names or tell their stories. But they are wonderful, strong women who have such a positive hope despite their pain. We all listened, shared, and of course teared up.
I guess I assumed it would be like what we do here in the blog world...the encouragement that is given bit by bit in the comments or personal emails. But this would be more a more fluid, real life "comment" time...which it was, without it sounding so corny.
My hope is to get together with them again. I think we all need those real life mama's to be real with. This blogging community is vital. There are some days that the comments I've gotten, or the posts I've read from others have helped me make it through the day. But that sense of touch and sight and sound; that connection is vital too. To see someone's tears, or hear their voice crack from crying...and for them to hear yours. It's stepping out on a limb, but there are women who have had similar losses no matter where you live. I think the stats are skewed - that this happens more often than we think. And there will be others who can provide encouragement or wisdom or even a lighthearted distraction. I say all this, without many of you knowing I'm an introvert. So none can say that I'm on this soap box because it's easy for me to go meet random people. It's not. At all. I'm a really good hermit. (And really good at making things awkward.)
So really I just want to encourage you. We can't all fly to Ireland, or Australia, or Utah, or Ohio even (technically we can, but not financially I'm assuming). But there are women within a 3 hour drive, or even a 15 minute drive who have experienced a similar pain*.
I'm stepping down from my soapbox now. Less writing, and more arting. I think I hear my watercolors calling me.
*The assumption is that most of us live in towns/cities of 10,000 or more. I grew up in a town of 1,000, and I know even in that population women have experienced losses.