Grief isn't the Same as Regret: an Abortion Reflection
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Early next month, had things been very different, my first-born would turn 35. Thirty-five! Old enough perhaps for crow’s feet, or the first stray gray hairs, or jokes about slowing down just a little. Old enough perhaps for a whole litany of stories about triumphs and heartbreaks. More than old enough to be a mom or dad themselves.
Grief isn't the Same as Regret: an Abortion Reflection
Grief isn't the Same as Regret: an Abortion…
Grief isn't the Same as Regret: an Abortion Reflection
Early next month, had things been very different, my first-born would turn 35. Thirty-five! Old enough perhaps for crow’s feet, or the first stray gray hairs, or jokes about slowing down just a little. Old enough perhaps for a whole litany of stories about triumphs and heartbreaks. More than old enough to be a mom or dad themselves.