she is one of the most talented writers i’ve been lucky enough to stumble upon. many times, it’s as if she speaks for me. and other times, her words remind me that there’s always hope. when this hit my dashboard, i immediately thought of many who seem to be dealing with similar challenges of the heart and mind.
is me is really me 
I am faced with not only dashed hopes but also a broken heart. There is no denying that we both love each other, both have hopes, dreams, expectations yet stop short of taking the chance – the risk of stepping out fully into out into this love we share.
Always hopeful….I like that about you 🙂
And, your jiggly bits
*blush*
I can relate with the dashed hopes. This is what happened in most of my miscarriages. It wasn’t so much a breaking of the heart, I didn’t *know* these children. It’s more the hope to get to know them, to be able to hold them and love them that was crushed.
And that hurts as hell too.
*gasp* Dawn, I am so, so sorry to hear of your losses. Each and every one of them. You knew them, you love them. They will always be a part of you. {{hugs}}
It’s Ok. You are right, they *are* a part of me. And of my family. I discuss their existence with their siblings. I refuse for it to be a family secret. I named them. I listened to my heart and found out what their names were. But as I since have come to realise, if they had been born, I wouldn’t know my other children. So I cannot regret the experience. It is still hard. And the hope being crushed was the hardest back then.
Thank you for writing this post, than you for making me think of them. It’s funny you should reply to this comment today. This evening I had a talk with one of my children about them 🙂
Thanks for the hugs. They are appreciated and returned!
XO
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So true…
Wow! Great post 🙂