I shared this news on Twitter on Monday, but I haven't had a chance to write about it here. I wasn't sure what to say or how to word it. And I still don't.

My brother sent me a text telling us [Hubs and myself] that my SIL had miscarried and it was confirmed by the doctor that day.

My heart broke.  It ached for them.

Once I received the text message I read it to Hubs and I tried my best to hold back the tears. That baby is my niece or nephew. It's my family. My blood. And knowing I'll never see or meet them breaks my heart.

I can't even imagine what they're going though.

As far as I know, this is the first miscarriage that my brother and SIL have gone through. I don't know how they're handling it but I told them we're here for them and we'll keep them in our thoughts.

My brother and SIL have never been open with their infertility with me. Or my parents for that matter. And I'm not sure why. I know people open up at their own pace, but we want to be there for them.

I'm not sure when or if they'll ever open up to us about it but I'll just keep reassuring them that we're here for them whenever they need us.