As a kid, I felt the need to memorize my family’s birth dates because how could I not? They’re family. My father’s, my mother’s, my brother’s and later on, my kid sister’s.
As I grew a little older birthdate memorization extended to Lolos and Lolas, Titos and Titas, cousins, and close friends.
And much later on, the range extended not just on birthdates but on other life milestones, too — monthsaries, anniversaries, the day you first met, your pet’s birthday…
Dates are always associated with memories and with it comes the good and the bad. It can get too overwhelming, too, that sometimes, we feel the need to downplay it. Monthsary celebrations are limited to anniversaries, even your couple anniversary become overshadowed by your wedding anniversary, because one just can’t have that many of a celebration!
But my current question is this:
When it comes to babies and losses, which date do you keep?
The day you found out you were pregnant, the expected delivery date, or the day that you lost your baby?
Do you reminisce the happiness, be nostalgic at the feeling of anticipation, or commemorate the loss?
It’s a little tricky is it not? But amidst this confusion, I hope that I find clarity…
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