I've never been to a funeral quite like the one I attended on Tuesday. Funerals seem to bring the reality of what is really important in life, crashing down on us. But when it is for a child, the sadness is at a whole different level. My Brother and Sister in law lost the sweet little boy she was carrying a few weeks before her due date. He was a beautiful perfect little boy with two cute as can be big sisters waiting in the wings. They were able to come home to Utah for the funeral and burial.
What an experience it was. The funeral was at a church just up the hill from us and I know none of my children will ever forget it. It didn't take long before I had not only gone through the 4 tissues I had brought, but Brian's as well. I cant imagine how anyone gets through the death of a loved one without believing in a greater power. I am so blessed to know that Families are Forever. I watched my dear sister-in-law as she handled the death of her child with strength and grace. I looked around the room as she and her husband sang and I saw tears run down the cheeks of each of my children. I listened throughout the hour to those who spoke and sang, and as I held my sweet husbands hand, I was reminded of just how blessed we are. I married into an amazing family. People who are examples to my children, especially in times like this, of what real faith looks like. It was a sad, but beautiful day.