On Tuesday my daughter lost the baby she was growing. We don't know why, baby just died. We don't know when, just sometime between 13 and 16 weeks. She had some bleeding and so she had a scan, baby's heart had stopped beating. The photo shows a perfect little baby, it doesn't show a why. She had the operation that afternoon and went home that evening. Questions, so many questions, but answers....none. Oh, I'm full of platitudes, they trip lightly off my tongue, and I'm strong, so strong, but inside I'm aching. Crying for that lost little baby, that Grandchild I'll never hold, but mostly sobbing for a hurt my daughter is suffering that I can never heal, for her hopes and dreams that disappeared when they looked at a screen and didn't see a fluttering, for a few gray photos that have been put in a box and hidden in a drawer.