Last Wednesday my dear childhood friend, L, had a beautiful baby girl. This was a much wanted, highly anticipated second child for her and her husband.
April 29 should have been a joyous day, filled with laughter, love and tears of joy. Instead, April 29 will always be remembered as the day that Willow was born and died.
My heart is aching, breaking, filled with sadness. I don't know what to say to my friend, L, or how to comfort her.
Heck, I can't even deal with this in my head, make myself understand why this happened. This is where faith comes in, I suppose. Faith in our God, that everything happens for a reason, God works in mysterious ways, He has a plan for us and we have to be patient, blah, blah, blah.
It seems so unfair that a few short days ago I was holding a gorgeous, healthy new born baby while somewhere, a few short miles away, my friend and her family were mourning the loss of their precious gift.
It is so unfair. It's beyond tragic. I don't know how to make sense of it.
Right now, my faith is faltering.
I have no idea how L is going to ever recover. Since my faith is waning, maybe you all out there can pick up the slack for me a bit.
Please, think of L tonight and count your blessings.