I don’t know about you, but one of the worst feelings is for someone to man-splain about childbirth to me. Friends, I’m sorry to say that the gospels don’t give us much by way of an authentic first-person view of this experience directly from Mary’s perspective, maybe the magnificent which follows todays scriptures but even that, is still likely produced by a male writer.

This isn’t a happy ending. It’s not the ending I foresaw, and that is what makes it all the more painful. This is a story of grieving the loss of someone I didn’t even know I had. A half-brother I will never meet, a biological grandparent for my daughter, someone who loves and accepts me just as I am.