I lost my daughter in the second trimester very recently and her death has left me so angry. I’m not religious and I don’t believe that things happen for a reason. But I do believe that we can find meaning in tragedy. I’m not sure if this will help any of you, but I’ve been thinking that my daughter’s death can be my own rebirth. I wish so badly I didn’t have to lose her to gain any wisdom, but these are the cards that I’ve been dealt and I don’t want her death to be meaningless. I don’t believe her death is a punishment or a lesson. I’m choosing to find purpose in the loss of my little girl.

I’ve wasted so much of my life envious, angry and anxious. Everyday I’ll try to do and be better in her memory. She isn’t just my little girl, she’s my teacher.

When I think of my sweet little girl, I think that she’ll never have to experience pain like this. She’ll never have to be disappointed so badly that it feels like her heart has been ripped from her chest. She’ll never know sorrow and she’ll never know grief. I believe that she is special. That she’s been chosen to live in some version of heaven where all things are wonderful. Her life will be joyous and peaceful. I wish she could be here earth side with me, but she’s somewhere far more profound. She is safe and she feels the unconditional love that I have for her.

I’m thinking of all of you and all of your sweet babies. I believe with all of my heart and soul that they are somewhere better than this earth. And I know that we’ll see them again. Lots of love to you all. 🤍💞👼🏼