I am not superhuman. I am not invincible. This I have come to understand through the loss of my son, Leif, during his 7th month in the womb. His heart stopped beating unexpectedly in a Universe where expectations were set high for Life, for survival, for the future vision of a family. I gave birth to a body that no longer kicked, to tears that were my own, and to an existence full of questions, grief, and a new search for purpose. This is my process. This is my healing. This is the language that I share with anyone who has ever suffered from loss.