When my dad died, hundreds lined up to pay respects. I was amazed at how many knew and loved him. I’m still amazed when I think of it, which is often. When I lost babies to miscarriage, I felt lonely in my grief. No one lined up.

I received some cards and meals and words of condolence, but it was different. I had lost a child that I would never hold. I will never understand how someone could discard a baby through abortion. It saddens me.

Sometimes I imagine my dinner table with six children. My children often ask me about those babies and we talk about them openly. They were mine and theirs and they will not be forgotten.