It Will Get Better

We got word this evening that my younger sister Kristy, has miscarried. She and Timothy had been trying for a few months to get pregnant and were so excited about baby number two coming along next Spring. Their first child, Clay, will be one in November and thankfully, knows nothing about why mommy and daddy are so sad. There are so many questions and so many maybes, but how can we ever begin to fathom the depth of these things. Death of anyone is hard to accept…hard to understand and hard to explain, but the death of a baby that you didn’t know…a baby you hoped and prayed for but never got a chance to nurture and care for is so difficult to bear. I’m not there, I’m not going through it but I’m imagining every emotion for her and it hurts. I’m sure too that the timing of this is producing even more pain. Yesterday was the 3rd anniversary of our mother’s death. Of course we can find some joy in knowing that mom gets to hold her grandbaby before any of the rest of us. She probably thinks that’s pretty neat. It doesn’t take away all the pain, but it’s nice to have some consolation. One thing I hope that Kristy is doing right now is following mom’s advice. Trust God, pray about it and take a walk. It will get better Kristy…I promise.