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Although it has been several years since I miscarried, I still carry that loss with me. A friend sent this to me and although it may have already been posted I thought it would be worth posting again, especially for those who's loss is more recent.

The Brown Star Story -Kim Steffgan

Not long ago, astronauts found in the heavens gaseous celestial bodies- clouds of cosmic dust- whickh they think have finally answered the mystery of what exists between the small things in the universe, like planets, and the bigger things, like the sun. They call this cosmic dust "brown dwarfs" or "prestars," because although brown dwarfs have all the same elements to become a star, for some reason they never did.

All stars go on the live full lives, from their hot, bright white dwarf stage to their aged, cooler and dimmer, red giant stage. But "brown stars" only go so far. Instead of being born to live a normal star's life, they remain cool and dim, hiding in the heavens, sprinkled in clusters among the other stars, 150 light years from Earth.

But like our babies, their roles in the universe are very important. In fact, scientists believe they serve as a link between the small things and the big things, holding the universe together; a mid point between the beginning and the ending of our universal story.

As we grieve our babies who died before reaching the stardon of their earthly lives, perhaps we can find comfort in the possibility that they were designated for this very special, universal role. Energized by our love, they are guardians of our memories of what was and our dreams of what some day may be.

As we look to the heavens, seeking answers, we send messages of our love to our "brown star" babies.