As I watched the quietly weeping woman being wheeled down the hall ... Followed by family talking in hushed tones ... I realized that not all stories have a happy ending.
We were in the waiting room of the maternity ward.
I watched as they wheeled her by ... Setting up straight with tears staining her face ... The young blonde woman was looking up at her husband ... Searching his face for strength. He walked silently beside her ... Her hand held gently in his.
A small gathering of family followed them. A minister carrying a bible ... They stopped at the elevator ... Talking softly and crying. They pushed the button for the top floor. Which I knew was the neonatal ICU. More family followed an older son reading to a younger one from the bible. They haven't returned yet ... What ever their story ... I was on the outside looking in ... they will grieve ... but together with their family and their faith ... They will remain strong.
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