We sat down at tables and shared a meal and a variety of desserts together then listened to the co-leader of the group sing a song. We were then asked to share a wonderful memory of our loved one while holding on to the picture we brought. This was an awkward moment for me... I didn't have a photo of my loved one (my unborn baby), nor did I have any memories to share.
What was I supposed to say? "I remember that drive home from work where I needed to pull over on the side of the road and take a nap, because I couldn't stay awake any longer! I was less than 5 minutes away from my house, but couldn't keep my eyelids open." That's my story about being pregnant--sheer exhaustion!That would have been way too weird, but my evening doesn't end there! Another song is sung and then we're asked to stand in line, grab a flameless candle, then speak the name of our loved one into the mic, and go sit back down. Seems harmless enough right? Wrong! I never named my unborn child... I didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl. So I opted to stay in my seat while this all took place.
The evening ended with one more song and a final prayer- followed by socialization. I decided to skip out on the socialization for fear of explanation and uneasiness.