Being Catholic Means Sharing in Both the Joy of Life and the Grief of Death
A few days after the quiet ultrasound we had them over for an informal dinner. The baby was still inside her; she would deliver the body that night. The husband observed that his wife had become a living icon of the Pietà, carrying the body of her beloved child. If I didn’t cry, I should have.
It all sounds a bit overwhelming, but in the moment it felt normal and natural. We know others who have suffered the same kind of loss, and we know that someday, in all likelihood, we will, too.
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