The Cemetary...

"...he has crossed over from death to life. I tell you the truth, a time is coming and has now come when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God and those who hear will live."
John 5:24,25

Day 75: My little bit of happy ~ a new memory card for my camera.

I wish I could explain the feelings evoked in me when I drive past the cemetary. To know that just a few yards away from me, close enough to touch if it weren't for the dirt and plastic between us, lies the precious little body that housed my son for those wonderful weeks that I carried him inside of me.

Unless you have looked down into such a little hole and watched it swallow up your child, or held a tiny little box containing all that is left, there is no possible way to even begin to know what that feels like.

It's an odd sort of feeling. For me the cemetary doesn't bring me pain or sorrow, but an odd sort of comfort. A physical, visual reminder that he was here and that I know where he is.

No, he is not in the ground, though it is so easy for me to picture him there, and I can almost even visualize the other sweet babies that surround him. He is Home, in Heaven, and he is waiting for us. As I drive past the cemetary I am reminded of how temporary and fragile this life is, and that there is something more waiting for me when I am through here.