Nothing happened on June 10th.
It was supposed to be my due date, with my first pregnancy. But by the time we reached June, our daughter was long gone, we were deep in the heart of our grief, of our missing her.
I miss her still. My heart aches that she is not here.
As I get further along in this pregnancy - 16 weeks now - I feel further from her.
Maybe that's normal. Maybe it's just my heart trying to protect itself, to desperately try to keep myself together so I don't completely fall apart. I don't know.
I just know that I'm sad.
And I miss her. Oh, how I miss her.