Today, I find myself thinking about women who have lost their children.
Mothers who have had to give up children for adoption or have had children removed from them; women and mothers whose children were never born or were born still; mothers whose children have been killed by illness or accident or famine or natural disaster or war or murder.
I can’t imagine how you may be feeling on this Mother’s Day, and facing every day of the year with this hole in your heart. There is no comfort or solace I can offer, only my meagre thoughts. You are not forgotten.