I could see it in her eyes when she was making dinner - how she couldn't make eye contact with my father. My father has always refused to speak of the children he might have had. I know his silence about the topic made things harder for my mother, but I think it was the only way he could deal with it. Sometimes things just aren't meant to be, and I've always tried to be optimistic with my mother. After all, had she been able to keep the other three, my brother never would have been born.
Miscarriage is a bitter pill to swallow, but things happen for a reason.
Given time, everything turns out all right. I just know it.