Silver Linings
It has been six months since I lost my Ezraela Eaven . Her due date has come and gone. She would have been 4 weeks old. When I look down and I see that my arms are empty, my heart heart breaks. There is a certain song we sing at church and every time I hear it I cry. Each verse of the song makes me relive that terrible day. Seeing a new baby, reading birth announcements or gender announcements on Facebook still makes my heart sink. As I write this at my favorite bagel joint, my eyes are still tearing up. I still remember the day that she was born dead and I held her in the palm of my hand. However, as time has passed I have been able to see a little bit of sunshine through the rain. Despite the fact that I am a melancholic, I have always tried to be an optimistic person, looking for the good in things even when they are devastatingly horrendous. With all of the suffering I have experienced in my life, that is the only way I have found to survive it. (However, if you k