My baby died. It is politely referred to as a loss.
You lose a wedding band in the ocean, but it is somewhere on the ocean floor. Unknown to you, but it is somewhere.
My daughter is not lost.
I didn't misplace her.
I can't retrace my steps in the mall to find her mesmerized by a pink, frilly dress.
She wasn't kidnapped. Her photo is not on a milk carton. There will be no Amber alert.
She was kidnapped by the grim reaper.
She is not lost. She is gone.
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I feel this way, too. I hate the words they use to replace dead because they are just wrong.
Everytime I hear lost now, I think of the Robi.nWillia.ms episode of Law & Order I talked about on my blog a while back... To which he responds:
They are not LOST, they were TAKEN from me!
The silly different ways to soften the blow of "he died" don't bother me that much. Except, I HATE when I say: I lost the baby. I have done this now twice in a fit of need to hurry up and answer this person before I lose my cool.
I didn't lose the baby, that implies other things. He died, I gave birth to him. The opposite order of things.
xo
Every time someone says loss - I think: I loose my car keys, I loose my way, I loose my swipe card for work, can't find my ipod right now, but I assure you, I would not lose my son. Drives me a bit batty.
((hugs))
I am glad you quit your crazy job. All the best for whatever you will try!!
Thinking of you.
*hugs*
it's not like you forgot her at a supermarket or something
Good point, Ya Chun.
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