There's no denying that losing my babies has made me a more compassionate person. Losing my children has made me gentler with myself and others. It has given me an intimate understanding of the intense fragility of life. Which is a kind of beauty from ashes, I suppose. A pale, attenuated beauty.
But I have to say, I would much rather be a bit less understanding, a little more naive -- a slightly crummier person all together -- if it meant I had my children here with me tonight.