That's the sort of thing I don't know whether it's better to remember or forget. I don't want to keep remembering it, but trying to forget seems wrong, careless, disrespectful somehow. And of course, trying to forget something is a guaranteed way of always remembering.
It doesn't feel like a terrible tragedy, because I was lucky and I fell pregnant again very quickly, so my daughter who came along later (instead? as well?) is eleven in July. And I don't feel as guilty as I used to for cursing the fact I had become pregnant when I had a three month old newborn and feeling afterwards that I had wished that other baby away with my curses.
So I don't think about it much, only when something pricks me. But I saw this on www.postsecret.com, my very most favourite website, and I thought: yes. So here it is. Not nice, but striking a chord.
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