Strength through Sorrow

I have read on many occasions of parents-to-be who are excited and looking forward to their little one who is on the way suddenly be told that they had to say goodbye that day.  I've known people who lost their babies and its always a sad thing to hear, but today it hit so close to home.  My husband's best friend and his friend's girlfriend were expected a little one.  Tonight his friend called and said that she was in the hospital in active labor.  She was only 18 weeks pregnant.  Usually the day you find out the gender of you child is filled with joy, giddy laughs and "I told you so's".  Instead, he found out that he had a son when they handed him over wrapped in a blanket.  He looked at his son in his arms.  He expected to hold him in that manner in 22 weeks from now.  He would have a son he could throw a football to, teach to drive a car and give advice.  Instead, he held him 22 weeks early and his son would never experience those events with him.  It broke my heart.  Of course, I can't help, but ask the question, "Will this be my story too?"  Will my husband and I be like his best friend and have to say goodbye without a chance to even say hello?  It's amazing how you can love someone who isn't even here yet.  I'll be going to the store to try to find a card to express my condolences.  Although I know that it won't ease the pain, I want them to know that people care and are thinking about them.