Thursday, October 13, 2011
Meeting up in a church lounge. The Compassionate Friends. Each person there sharing a common experience. Mourning the death of a child. A close friend pointing out some time ago that I now belong to this "special club". Reading in the group's literature that "there is no charge to attend, we have already paid our dues". Appreciating the sentiment behind those words. After the meeting, imagining the possibly of a circle gathering elsewhere sharing the pain of desperately wanting to have children but unable to. Both grievous places to sit. Of the two, preferring the one I am sitting in.