It's the anniversary of the day I lost my 8 year old sister and 20+ years later my much-longed for second child. Nobody IRL cares knows except my Mum - DH doesn't remember that today has any special significance - so I'll say what I want to say here instead.
I wish my sister had lived, she would have been my best friend as she was in the years she was here, and we would have that special sister relationship that I envy other people for so much. She would also have been a better friend to me than most of those I have now :(
I wish my baby had lived. My life would have been so different with a second child and I don't think I'll ever have another now. I wish DD could have the chance to know a sibling and I hate that her brother or sister was taken away from us.
Life really is shit sometimes isn't it - watch your sister die then lose your baby on a day you're feeling awful anyway. Great timing :(
Hugs to anyone else feeling the need to post on here today, couldn't give a toss if it's not MN-correct to offer them, think we could all do with whatever comfort we can get :(