Been flipping through my Pro-Life art portfolio and realized I don’t have a good photo of this one featured. This is the man I married. This painting is titled “The Little Ones Along the Fence,” and depicts my husband digging the grave for our miscarried daughter, our second child. It's acrylic on 18x24" canvas. In my head, I compare it to “The Gleaners” because of its outside labor related domesticity. We found a Catholic cemetery in a nearby town that saved the small space along the fence for smaller burials, such as miscarried children, but part of it was he had to help dig the grave. My husband needed something to get him through our loss. Something to DO. So much of the time when it’s a baby-related issue we focus on women. But men feel it too. I carried Alex but sometimes I feel like her death hit my husband more. She’s been on my mind lately, anytime Pro-Life legislation and activism is all over the news. I’ve also been feeling for my better half alot lately and how he carries all of us. He takes care of every single one of us, myself included, and made sure as a father his miscarried daughter was laid to rest with dignity. This is what a true man is, and I’m grateful every day that God answered my prayers with him.
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