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Like Any Other Father
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David
Virginia,
United States
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Due to weather or travel problems, many of the people who planned on sharing their testimony at the March for Life in Washington DC in January 2016 were unable to attend. The testimony below is what they had planned on sharing at the event.
I remember sitting in an abortionist’s office the day my son died. No one spoke to me. No one told me anything. No one asked my opinion whether my son should live or die. They just ignored me, as though I wasn’t really there. The facility staff and all the other people in that waiting room seemed embarrassed that I was there. I was embarrassed, too. Embarrassed by my absolute helplessness to save him.
You see, in America, no one cares what fathers think about aborting their children. We have no right under the law to protect our unborn children in the face of the mother’s wish to dispose of them.
No one bothered to warn me that many post abortive marriages fail. No one bothered to tell me that post abortive fathers have high rates of depression, substance abuse, and divorce (even in later marriages). No one bothered to tell me that this single event would haunt my decisions for years to come. They just let me walk into it blindly.
No one bothered to tell me that I would grieve the death of my son just like any other father—only I would have to hide that mourning because killing your child by abortion is one of those secrets we want to keep “in the closet.” No one wants to hear about your aborted son.
It’s a woman’s issue they say. My grief doesn’t count. The disruption of my life doesn’t count—not the depression, not the marital troubles, not the disruption of other family relationships …none of it.
But, it counts to me that I couldn’t protect him. It counts to me that my family relationships were ripped asunder in the aftermath of that abortion. It matters to me that my child never had a chance.
Had my son lived, he would be thirty-two years old today. He might even be marching with us. But…he can’t march today because he was killed when he was young. So today, I march for Matthew David and I am Silent No More.
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