One of the hard parts about adoption is that usually there is a tragedy in a child's life that leads to the relinquishment. We will never publicly discuss our kids' personal histories, so that means David and I do a lot of grieving together about what has happened to lead our children to us. But there was a major event in Z's life that is so unfair, so wrong, so sad--at times I am overwhelmed with the tragedy. It's a rough place for me to be, especially since some days I feel so alone in that grief. I look at his sweet little face and question how the world could go so wrong in one life. Did it lead him to us? Sure. But would it be better if the tragedy had never happened? Absolutely.