This is the post to get me to start posting again... I know I missed 'slide.show.sunday' yesterday.. and for the one person out there who may have been eagerly awaiting the picture 'recap' of my weekend, I'm sorry. I fear if I was to post pictures from this past weekend my heart (or yours) would break all over again.
In a few words:
became a tomb
for a niece we longed to hold.
A baby funeral is the worst contradiction of nature. It was the hardest day we've ever had to face as a family. We grieve now, but not without hope. In the depths of darkness there is still that flame of faith which cannot be extinguished. A tiny life has left this earth, but a sweet soul has entered Heaven.
I think one of the sweetest.painful.heartbreaking.healing moments of this weekend was when my daughter (21 months) saw my sis-in-law for the first time after the loss. As our daughter was prone to do, she walked up and pointed to our sister's belly, saying "baby?". With teary eyes we replied "no hunny, baby's gone"....
... out of nowhere
...with no prompting
... our daughter then says
"Yes hunny, you're right, baby is with Jesus".
In the darkness of despair, a light still shines.
Death where is your victory?
Grave where is your sting?
If you believe in the power of prayer,
our family would humbly appreciate it.
Thank you friends,