Fiddlers Green

There is a song by The Tragically Hip called, Fiddlers Green. It is a song about a young boy who dies. It is this song which I am listening to as I write. My wife just had a miscarriage today; the song makes me think of the child, where they are and what could have been. There is a struggle going on in me. This is our fourth miscarriage. We are blessed with two children and God has seen fit to take the other four before we got to meet them. I don't even know what to say... I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this right now; like a lot of guys, I am not really sure how to get them out or even come to terms with them. I guess that is kind of the reason for this outlet. Maybe if I write, I'll be able to work through some of this, get some insight from others going through similar times, or maybe even you reading this helps a bit. Thanks for stumbling onto this and giving some of your time to listen. Perhaps exploring some of these experiences will shed some light or meaning on my grasp of life and death... perhaps not. Either way, I need to talk to someone, I can't be the Rock or the Island forever.