Materfamilias by Ada Cambridge — Read

It was years, literally, before I got over it. Indeed, I have never got over it -- never shall, while I have any power to remember things. Death -- we all know, more or less, what it means to the living whom it has robbed. To lose a child -- the mothers know, at any rate! It is no use talking about it. Besides, there are no words to talk with that can possibly explain.

I often hear the remark that my husband has the most patient temper in the world, and I realise its truth when I think of that dreadful time -- how I must have wearied and discouraged him, and how he never once reproached me for it, even by a glum look. He knew I could not help it.