This morning, I took the boys and drove down to D-town to attend a funeral. Saturday, I'll be going to a baby shower. It always seems to be that they go hand in hand, right? I'm so thankful for new lives. And I am so heartbroken over lost lives. I was able to hug my friend so hard this morning though, and that was the only thing I could do. I couldn't form words, I didn't know what to say, but hugging her was important. She lost her mother, and her mother was also my friend. Older, wiser, and definitely more witty. I know it keeps a balance and all scientifically, but I wonder why God always seems to place a new baby somewhere in the picture when you lose a loved one? I am so thankful that He does because it helps you focus on the good in life and remember how short and fragile it is.
I don't even know what I just said. Babbling. That's what you do when you're sad.
That is so true. I was pregnant with Chloe when Uncle Hotch passed away, and shortly after Amy found out that she was pregnant with Isaiah. I always felt like they were little blessings sent to help ease the heartache.
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