My uncle passed away suddenly just over two months ago. I was devastated and heartbroken, because he was a lot like a father to me. He was funny, kind, loving, a big teddy bear kind of guy. I cried when I saw him on his death bed, before the funeral, during, and for awhile after the funeral. I'm still grieving his loss, but it's not as difficult as when it first happened.
He was a good, loving and kind person to me my whole life. My favorite thing is when he would get up and give me a big hug and kiss. He had a brain tumor and a knee replacement that had turned bad, and his mobility was very restricted. He always managed to do that whenever he saw me, though. I miss his hugs very much.
Trying to compare an unborn fetus to a loss like this is a slap in the face. I think this is another attempt at attention-whoring. "Oh, I've got to go to the graveyard for little Clump's birthday. He would have been one today..wah wah wah!"
I can see this being a sad thing in the beginning, but some women act as if they corner the market on grief when they lose a clump of blood.