By: Marie Kriedman In the immediate days following the miscarriage of our daughter, my husband and I were in a minefield of grief.  We were in shock, still trying to understand how our life had taken such a turn, and we felt deeply overwhelmed. We needed a breather from caring for our children, so we stepped outside for a quick break.  The weather matched our mood.  The sky was black, and a storm was blowing in quickly.  And amazingly, unfathomably, there was one solitary pink cloud…