Tuesday, September 22, 2009


Today I watched my step-brother and his wife lay to rest their little boy, and my heart is truly broken. At the same time, it makes me so grateful for the little souls who have been given to me to guard, protect, teach and love. Our Heavenly Father truly has a hand in all things! When you stop and think about all the things that could go wrong in a pregnancy and take away such a precious little life, it's obvious that He is watching over you and blessing you every step of the way. It is amazing to watch all of the different things that go on during a trial such as this. It brings people together and reminds you of all the blessings you have. It also shows how much people can care for you and want to help, even if they don't know you. Calli and I have decided that we have more people pass away in our family than anyone else! I know that's not true, but maybe it is just the closeness that we have in our family. In the last 2 years, we have lost Grandma Jean, Amee, Aunt Vi, Uncle Ron, and now little Kayson Robert. It's great to know, however, that those that have passed are waiting to welcome home those we lose. It's different to lose someone that you have known forever, and then to lose someone that you haven't gotten the chance to love, and yet loving them anyway. Marie told me what a comfort my Mom has been during this time, having gone through the same thing herself so many years ago. It seems that blessing can sometimes come in strange ways, and I am thankful to Heavenly Father for knowing all that we need. Thanks to everyone for your prayers. And thank you all for being great friends! I have realized how much I complain these days, and I'm trying to start changing for the better! I love you all- Take Care!

1 comment:

Kimberly said...

That's so hard. I don't know how anyone can live through carrying a baby for 9 months, just to have them be gone! By the way, we lost Grandma Jean 3 years ago, not 2. I was pregnant with Kennedy at the time and suffering so bad from morning sickness I couldn't go home for the funeral.