...those of Christ carrying His cross up that steep hill.
Though I don't understand why it happened, our baby has died at just nine short weeks of life. And now it's time for me to follow the footsteps of Christ and carry my cross.
I wish I could say that I am doing it willingly...I'm not. I'm am trying, though, to be faithful and live according to God's Will.
So many thanks to all my family and kind friends for your love and support...and most especially for your prayers when I could not pray. I know this grief will lessen with time, as it did two short years ago when Jacob died. Until then, I am so comforted by the words of Maria P., "One day, you will have the priviledge of beholding this precious child in Heaven - and HE will thank you for your generous openness."