Yesterday, I was the last person to cradle Cristel in my arms.
She had died only a few minutes before… and with everything in me, I will never be able to forget that moment.
I held a dead child for the first time.
Dug her grave.
Filled a small hole on the side of a mountain
Buried her.
That is not my typical Monday at the office.
Most days, I get to write:“We saved (insert number) babies”, “She made it, we’re praising God.”, “He needs prayer, but we think he’ll make it.”, “She is only X pounds, but we reached her in time.”
Yesterday was not one of those days.
It was a day to write of loss.
It was one of those days that you remember the verses that talk of death, and life, and how everything has a season. Somehow it’s a little harder to put those…
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