I am nineteen and I am married. You might think that I am too young to have married, to young to really know what love is. I want you to know that I love Lucas more than I have loved anyone.
I am nineteen and I am a widow. You might wonder how somebody so young could have suffered through so much heartache already, but I know that while I have suffered one of the greatest losses, I have also felt the one of the greatest emotions, love. Most marriages go decades before death intervenes, mine went only four months and still I can look back over our short time and know that we lived everyday to its fullest.
I am nineteen and I am pregnant. This is the saddest piece of my story, because although I have lost my love, he has now lost more. My life will be changed forever without him, but now my child will bring a piece of him back. The sad part is my Lucas will never meet this new person. He will never touch our child's hand or look into his/her eyes. He will never get goodnight kisses or good morning smiles. He will miss it all.
This is the saddest part of my story, our story. That a life, a life we created together in love will never see that love in this lifetime. That the love with whom I created a life will not be there to help and experience everything with me.
You may mourn for the loss of my youth. You may mourn for the loss of my husband. I mourn for those too, but I mourn the most for my baby, who before birth has already lost so much.