Tonight's 100 Word Challenge from Julia (at Julia's Place where you can see all the other entries) came with the prompt:
...it can't be that time...
I immediately thought that it can't be that time heals. I didn't even know what I meant by that. Then I saw a call from a friend on fb, a friend who suffered greatly as I know many women do. I don't remember suffering to be honest, although there was a certain amount of shock. However, I answered the call.
Two chemical pregnancies passed pregnancy tests but never achieved a pulse. One with a pulse lasted seven weeks.
My twin girls were lost at five months. I didn't mourn them. I didn't look back. If you never lived you never were. I wanted a take-home baby.
A friend named her two tiny unborns and buried them. Tonight another friend invited mothers to light a memorial candle for all the lost souls.
It can't be that time heals when there wasn't any suffering. It could't get any easier than, "I moved on." But I do think about my twin daughters sometimes. Tonight I lit a candle.
This was the call: