When my wife and I found out that we had miscarried, my immediate response was to comfort, to help, to be the “strong one”.
I barely showed an ounce of emotion to anyone because I thought it made me look weak. I too was hurt, I too was broken, and I too had questions.
It took me longer than I would like to be okay with being honest about feelings. Far too often as men we try to fit this imaginary mould of what a man looks like and it’s just not real. It’s okay to feel, it’s okay to grieve.
Being a part of the Bears of Hope team is an honour for me. To connect with people who have been through the same tragedy, to share in the hope that the future brings so much more and while we have lost someone, they are not forgotten, never forgotten.