On January 6th my mother passed away after a difficult year of declining health. I was just beginning to grieve this HUGE loss and 3 days later, I received word from my oldest son that his wife who was 20 weeks pregnant had just learned that their baby had an extremely severe brain malformation and would not reach full term. The following 3 weeks were filled with multiple specialists and testing which confirmed the prognosis. On January 31st my beautiful granddaughter Eleanor was born at 23 weeks and lived for only 30 minutes. She was so absolutely beautiful and perfect on the outside. My son and his wife delivered Eleanor just 1 year and one day after suffering their first miscarriage. They have an amazing 5 year old, son who is autistic, and he is the love of my life and theirs. They have wanted so desperately to grow their family and these losses have been beyond devastating. I find myself today struggling tremendously in my grief. I’m doing everything I know how to support them emotionally and yet it feels so completely inadequate, and at the end of the day I am left with my own sadness that feels so overwhelming, it takes my breath away.