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A tiny white coffin...

Today I drove into the cemetery under a cold wet rain and saw the tiny white coffin sitting on it's stand under the canopy. Empty chairs faced the coffin.

..oh...oh....

I parked and walked into the mortuary where the mourners were waiting. I hugged the bereft mother and whispered how very sorry I was...

Sorry that she won't be up for 2 a.m. feedings and giddy delight over her girl's first smile. No potty trainings, no first steps or sticky kisses....No first days in Kindergarten and crushes on boys...Oh so sorry...so very sorry...

We walked up the hill in the cemetery to baby land. Tiny headstones were spaced a foot or so apart in the green grass. I tried not to look down and read the names and dates as I passed them but I couldn't help myself.

Sweet Angel in Heaven....Cherished Baby Girl...Beloved son.... So many baby headstones, so much anguish accompanying each one...

My heart ached as I clutched my big black umbrella and listened as these words were spoken over that tiny white casket:

‎"Moreover, we can’t fully appreciate joyful reunions later without tearful separations now. The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life."
~Russel M. Nelson


We cannot take love out of life. To do so would defeat our very purpose for being.

So much pain...difficult to understand from our limited mortal view, but oh....oh the sweet reunions to come when tears of pain and sorrow will be replaced with joy.

My heart and soul knows and believes in the reunions to come...but oh....the little white casket... oh...

Comments

  1. duckgirl10:22 AM

    Soooo unspeakably sad. :( :( :(

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  2. Paige12:34 PM

    That was said so well. Thanks Pam.
    oh so sorry.

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