I quantify things, by nature and for a living. But I've come to realize you can't quantify a loss.
I am so thankful for Chiron that sometimes I feel I shouldn't mourn for Aurelia or feel like she counts as a true stillbirth.
I sometimes realize that I have a living, breathing, squirming example of exactly how old she would be.
I have just come to realize that it's impossible the rank the loss as either better or worse because they were twins. It is neither.
I hope my continued (not sure what the right word is: pain, loss, unhappiness, grief) over her death doesn't somehow mean I do not value him enough. Somehow they are independent at least in my mind.
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