On Sunday, just hours after we announced to our families that we were expecting a baby in September, Tabby began feeling pains. Concerned, she went to the hospital to check on the baby — and after an ultrasound, our worst fears were confirmed. Tabby had miscarried. Our baby was gone.

We had been given the wonderful gift of this pregnancy right after Christmas. The past few months were filled with preparing, dreaming, and wrapping our hearts and minds around the fact that a new little life was joining our family. When you lose a baby, all of those futures come flooding in at once — every stage of life you had imagined together, every moment you would never get to share. And with each thought, another wave of grief. We all wanted to hold that baby in our arms. Sadly, Tabby was the only one who got to hold them — in her belly, for those precious 11 weeks.

This is not something you simply get over. It is a tragedy that will stay with us for the rest of our lives. But Tabby, our kids, and I will persevere. We will endure — with God’s help and the love and support of all of you. We are so grateful for the kind words and encouragement so many of you have already shared with us.

On top of the grief, this past week has turned our world upside down in very practical ways as well. The costs have added up quickly — additional airfare, funeral expenses, lost wages, and multiple nights in the hospital. We are facing a significant financial strain, and we don’t have an easy answer for it right now.

If you are looking for specific ways to help, we could benefit from some financial assistance. If I’m honest, I have not always given to support others, so I do not measure anyone’s concern with giving or not. No judgement one way or another. However, it is a real and practical way you could help us.

It is hauntingly true — you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. We have lost a precious soul that we didn’t have the chance to hold. Keep us in your prayers, and stay in touch. Love you all, Tim, Tabby, and kids.