“For a time,” he agreed. “But he will know all the best kinds of love in the end. Even if he never knows ours.”
"even if he never knows ours"
imagine seeing you child's life before his birth and knowing you won't be there to experience anything with him, to be the shoulder he cries on, to be the ear to hears of his woes. how horrible, can't say i wouldn't make the same choice they are making, but the sorrow.
