Another

I haven't posted in a while because sometimes I feel that I am lingering on the pain too much. I have a strong desire to "get better" and many people in my life praying for just that. I'm trying...but I do not forget. I don't think the world would ever let me forget anyway.

This weekend I learned of a woman in my neighborhood who had just lost her baby. Now, our neighborhood is only 60 houses or so...so everyone should know everybody (or most of them). Sadly, we don't all know eachother. I only learned of her loss through word of mouth at a neighborhood Ladies Night. As soon as I heard, there was nothing else I could focus on. I sat through the dinner just figuring out how to help this other woman. I so desparately wanted to go to her house right then! How strange that would have been since it was late on a Saturday and these people have no idea who I am!

I knew nothing of her story, but I wanted her to know that she wasn't alone. I know that is what would have (and did) helped me in the beginning. So, I baked some cookies, found a card, and went to their door. I knocked, and waited. At this point I am thinking that I am completely crazy...then, the door opened. Her husband came out and talked to me for a few minutes. I explained who I was and why I was there. He was grateful, but still very much in shock. I found out that this is their second loss in the span of a year.

Why, why, why does this happen? It's just not fair! Please, anyone who reads this, keep this family in your prayers. I'll be going back on Wednesday to visit if they haven't called me by then.