Bunny

I never got to meet you. You were a person I desperately wanted in my life. I wanted to see a little piece of me, formed from nothing but love, cradled in my arms. You were going to be a wonderful person, learning and loving and questioning and playing in our house. You were going to be the best parts of us.

I never heard you cry or laugh. You were going to be a complete person. I was going to marvel at you, this whole, loving human that we made. You were going to feel and experience. I was going to tell you jokes, and you were going to make up ludicrous stories and take us on your adventures.

I never got to see you grow up. You would have been so tall. You would have been so beautiful. You would have been so smart and creative. Maybe you’d be an engineer, or a scientist like your mother. Or maybe you would be an artist. Whatever you would have done, you would have excelled. You would have so many people to support and love you and let you be the best version of you.

I never got to hold you. I wanted to embrace you. I wanted to give you a goodnight kiss and tell you bedtime stories and sing you songs. I wanted to hear your songs. I wanted to hold your hand. I wanted to see your brilliant smile and feel your warm tears on my shoulder. I wanted to congratulate you on your victories and comfort you when you fell short.

I never got to experience your joys, comfort your fears, or share in your hopes. I don’t know who you were going to be. I only know I would share all of my love and wisdom to help guide you. If you fell in love, I would have happily (and skeptically) met your partner. You were going to be part of a whole, loving family.

I miss you even though I never met you. You are loved and you were so very wanted. I’m so sorry that we never got to meet you. I’m sorry that you never got to meet us. My heart will always be broken for you.