Let me make this very, very clear: this was the worst fucking day of my life. It was absolutely wrenching, devastating, and horrid. My husband and I sobbed after we received the news. We wanted those babies more than anything.
I was sitting alone in a bar writing poetry. (I know; I’m just as embarrassed by that as you are.) However, a man approached me because he saw me writing. Turns out he was also a poet, and we had a lovely conversation.