When I hung up the phone last night, I bawled like a baby.
My son-in-law (Nate) called to inform me that my daughter (Emily) lost her "baby" yesterday. She was 3 months pregnant with their second child. Evidently, the fetus had been dead for several weeks. So sad.
They have had nothing but bad luck with their sustainable farming attempt. Bad weather, broken down equipment, poor sales. Now this. But when I heard Nate's voice on the phone, I had even worse (if possible) visions-- like something happened to their 21 mo old son or to Emily herself.
Today is a day of mourning for yours truly.