Yesterday we buried our baby Logan at Mt. Olivet in Wheat Ridge, Colorado. There were several other families there for the common service that had also lost a child to stillbirth or miscarriage. Two tiny white caskets lowered into the cold ground, each holding 2 or 3 precious unfinished bodies. I know that Logan is not buried there, it's just his mortal shell, that he is safe and whole and happy in Heaven, but I still can't help feeling like I had to say goodbye to him all over again. And part of me is in that little wooden box.
This is an inspirational video I found through a good friend... it will make you smile and cry and feel glad to be alive.
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