It is times like these when we realize the importance of life. No matter if she was not born yet, she was an alive little person. I remember feeling her little kicks and seeing her wiggling on the sonogrmam screen when they told us it was a girl. Even if an older person is not able to take care of themselves any longer, they are still a living person. My sister admitted that even if she had known how her pregnancy would end, she would still choose to carry Abby again. We can learn much from people in their most vulnerable states.
There are no words to heal what has happened, but the acknowledgement that Abby was a baby that my sister lost means everything in the world. Just because we didn't know her for long didn't mean there were no hopes and dreams for everything she would do in life.
If you know anyone who has lost a life, no matter how young or old, acknowledge it. Treat life with respect.; from womb to tomb. Being able to see Baby Abby was like having a little peek into God's workshop. Every life truly is a miracle, and perhaps it took a tiny angel to prove it.
Happy October, and many blessings to anyone who has lost a life of any kind.