Death of a Child
This morning I went to a memorial for a 21-year-old girl who was called home a couple weeks ago. She was a daughter, sister, granddaughter and friend to those there to remember her. I don't fall into any of those categories. The mother of this beautiful girl was an acquaintance of our family for around five years. While I wasn't connected to them by family or friendship, finding out this mother lost her baby hit me hard, which perplexed me ... until I got to the funeral. I've