Kismet

Last night, I shared an intense conversation with someone who has become close to me in the last couple of years. We've always had in-depth conversation...I guess because we both have still waters running pretty deep. But last night was especially sobering for me. He told me about his now ex-girlfriend and what it was like, for him, to go through a miscarriage with her. He told me how he felt, knowing he’d never hold his daughter or see her grow up. And I could tell he was fighting back some of the emotion of it. He also shared his understanding of what a miscarriage does to us – the physical, the mental, the emotional. With him being so candid, it was more than easy for me to offer my perspective and tell him of my recent experiences with the same situation. It was simple for me to relate to his thoughts and feelings on the situation, as well as his ex-girlfriend’s. And likewise, by him being so open with me, he gave me insight into what it’s like for the father involved in a miscarriage. While he was learning about miscarriage trauma for us, I was learning about miscarriage trauma for him.

I’ve said that people go in and out of our lives for a reason. It’s the right people that keep coming around, for one purpose or another. I feel like he’s come back around to remind me that sometimes, emotions can be shared. and mirrored. and support can come from the most random of places. Our conversation was a pleasant reminder that this same support can be provided even when we don’t ask outright. Why deny each other a shoulder to cry on, or an arm to lean on? Fate has, at the bare minimum, made us friends for a lifetime.