Eventually, a woman came in with a baby in her arms. Of course, I had to go and see. He was 12 weeks old. When I asked his name, she said Bennett. Oh my goodness, I have a grandson named Bennett.
Is it because he only belonged to us for such a short time? Is it because even though he was here, he was really in the possession of drs and nurses charged with overseeing his care. Did they love him and gently touch him as we would? I hope so.
I'm reading in the new testament about the crucifixation of Christ. As I read what they did to him and the pain he suffered, my thoughts go back to Garrett. What kind of pain were you in sweetie? I'm so sorry. There is no way I would allow that to happen to you, and I hope you know that. I take solice in knowing that you were LOVED by one and all as the gift you were.
Great Grandma Rossing says that when our purpose here on earth is done, we go home to be with the Lord. There is great comfort in knowing that you are at peace, out of pain, and with Jesus Christ. Thank you for coming and staying the 29 days. I love you.
So each day we put one foot in front of the other making our way through the grieving process doing ok most days. It's just when something reminds us of someone we lost that we digress. But it's ok. Memories are what help us to heal. I KNOW eventually, there will always be a smile when thinking of Garrett.
And so, we keep moving on..............