A former collegue of mine told me that he had a rough weekend, and I thought to myself, "Did you have a hard time finding a spot at the mall?" (I didn't really think this before he went on with his story, but I do realize that I have become quite cynical. Babyloss just has a way of forcing one to put things into perspective, but I digress.)
What came out of his mouth next totally caught me off-guard. "My wife and I lost our baby on Saturday," he said matter-of-factly.
"I'm so sorry to hear that," I managed.
"She was 5 months along," and he pulled out his phone to show me a picture. Without hesitation, he shared the pictures just like any proud daddy would.
"I'm not sure if you know this, but our firstborn died," I shared.
He hadn't known. He looked surprised actually.
"Well, you look fine. How was the recovery?" he asked.
"Physically or emotionally?" I clarified.
"Emotionally," he said (I was kind of dreading that he'd say that).
I had to pause to avoid scaring him, but I didn't want to sugarcoat the situation. I simply said, "Well, emotionally, I'm still healing. I will never be the same. It never really goes away, but it does get better. "