Wow, what a story, Suzanne. And so beautifully told.

As a child I lived under a mango tree in Tanzania for eighteen months. My sister used to climb up onto the roof and pick and eat the mangos. One time she ate so many that she made herself sick and heas never been able to eat mangos again 😁

I have a friend whose baby died at ten days old. After grieving for nine months straight, she and her partner decided to spend some time in India. There she found many women who understood the pain and, discovering that it happened to so many babies there helped her to heal, knowing that she wasn't alone, and seeing that there was life after losing a child.