That was a fantastic post, and I can totally relate (well as much as a man can) to your life experience. Although my W was finally able to conceive and carry 3 children now, we went through a 3 year period of 2 miscarriages, a diagnosis of auto-phospholipid antibodies (spelling?) which meant twice daily shots of heparin in her gut, that horrible feeling when the hormone levels didn't go up for the second test in a row meaning she was most likely carrying a deceased child, my heart breaking listening to her tell how she was the only person to see her child when he/she finally did come out at home a few weeks later, listening to her cry on the bed for days saying "what's wrong with me", etc. And because she wanted to keep her miscarriages a private matter, having to listen to all of her relatives and friends extol her on the virtues of being a mother and why hasn't she decided to have kids yet, and on and on. And that leading to her never wanting to go out because of the fear of being confronted with well-meaning yet insensitive comments. And having her own parents tell her to "get over it."
As you say, to me the best thing to say to someone who is mourning is "there is nothing I can say to make you feel better, but I am here for whatever you need."
Chrome
"Recollect me darlin, raise me to your lips, two undernourished egos, four rotating hips"
