Its just not right

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Today was the funeral for my friends lovely baby.

There is nothing that I can say about it, so poignant. So loving. This baby is ever so loved and cherished here or in heaven.

I wept when her father carried her in. Wept during Ave Maria. No mother or father should have to endure that.

Please know that what I am going to say here are representative of my opinions and my experience only.

The mass was comforting. I found comfort in the familiar traditions. These traditions guided my behavior when there is no right thing to say no right thing to do. They just are what you do instead of staying stunned crippled. The traditions, the motions, the prayers, the hymns gave a direction me.

To my dear friend, you are the first person I met in the group. You welcomed me, you comforted me after my loss, you have taught me so so much. Let my prayers and my thoughts, and the thoughts and prayers of all of your friends and family lift you up and comfort you now.


Morgan said...

So very hard ... I'm so sorry.

Anonymous said...

Goodness how horrible. I'm so sorry about the loss of this precious life. My nephew died of SIDS when I was in high school and I still remember sitting in the pews and how his tiny forehead peeked above the impossibly small casket. Oh how awful. I couldn't bare to walk up and see him in the casket. Now I'm a mom of two boys, ages 3.5 and 3 months. It should be physically impossible for parents to outlive their children. Like it's physically impossible to fly or be invisible, losing a child shouldn't be allowed. *sigh* Thank you for your post and btw, visiting from SITS.

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