I had probably one of the worst weekends that a person needs to have. I helped my Daughter and her Husband plant a memorial garden for their baby that didn't survive. Do you even realize how horrible that is? I don't wish that on anyone! The entire while that we worked in that garden, I tried to keep it together for them. I needed to be the strong one for them. I wanted to be the strong one for them.
Sunday at the service I read a little poem that I had written for Mack. Yes, he ended up being a little Boy and not a little Girl like they were originally told. So in a way, they had to mourn a loss twice. Reading that poem was so very hard.
Sometimes a person just needs to know there is someone there for them to catch them if they fall. Most days I don't feel that I have that someone. Sorry to hurt anyone, but since this is my blog talking about me and my life, I am speaking from my heart.
I think God has made me a strong person so that I can shoulder the burdens that I do..
And then I found this online: