I have wanted to share this endearing little exchange that took place last Monday as Dad, Hannah and I were driving into the valley after a 4500 mile, 2 week, trip. But a little history first.....
Dad had planned on renting a car for this trip and had been looking into finding the best deal. It would cost us around $400.00 but felt a little security in doing so, due to the fact that the only car we had to take was old, getting horrible gas mileage and in need of new tires and repairs. So that was the plan.
I am not sure when the plan changed, but it did. Dad decided to put the money set aside for the rental into getting our car tuned up, new tires, etc. Even up to the day of departure dad was working on the car. I really totally trust dad with his expertise and auto skills, so I didn't give it a second thought as to if the car would hold up on our trip or not. And I didn't think dad did either. But I was wrong.
Monday night, as we were ascending into our little valley, so tired and so ready to be done with driving, I witnessed dad patting the dash of the car and saying: "You did good ol girl! You made it." It was so sweet. I must admit that I was a little taken back that our car was a girl, but I was touched as I thought of how dad must have worried about his decision. I thought of how he not only exercised his skill and labor in preparing the car, but also his faith, in hoping it would be enough. It was enough. In fact it was more than enough. For me, it was a great reminder of his goodness, his talents, his hope that his faith and work was sufficient for his family.
That little experience was not wasted on me. It has occupied my thoughts and my heart for the past 5 days. I love you Jared. Thank you for loving and caring for us.
Friday, September 2, 2016
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Thoughts of Shelby and Brighton
My thoughts, prayers and heart have been very occupied this week with Shelby, Tyson, Brighton, Kellee and Tom. Last Sunday, Shelby was admitted to the U of U Medical Center to have her first child. All night long I checked my phone for messages. I kept checking my phone all day Monday, Monday night and Tuesday. Finally, Tues. afternoon, the message came that Shelby had delivered a little baby boy via C-section.
Yes, Brighton finally came into the world, and brought with him many concerns. He was born with club feet, very short arms with only a thumb attached, and a very abnormal, faulty heart. His head was enlarged and his esophagus was under developed, just to name a few of these concerns. It wasn't a surprise to Shelby and Tyson. They had been somewhat aware of Brighton's conditions as early as when Shelby was 20 weeks pregnant. No, they weren't surprised, but I am sure they were still shocked. I really think we were all shocked. It seems that if you pray hard and frequent enough, fast with a sincere heart , and exercise every ounce of faith you have, then perhaps you should be able to call upon a miracle even of this magnitude. But that was not the case. Faith was exercised in Heavenly Father's will and we accepted that will, trusting that He knows best for little Brighton, and his parents.
All Tuesday evening and well into the night, and all the next day, my thoughts were centered on Shelby. I would never experience the pain that Shelby experienced bringing Brighton into the world, let alone the pain that would continue in the days, weeks and months to come. I would never be asked to sacrifice in the way that Shelby has had to sacrifice. As I pondered over and over these thoughts, Elder Jeffrey R. Holland's Apr. 2015 Conference address, "Behold Thy Mother" came into my mind. Elder Holland, in only the way that Elder Holland can, expressed the beautiful doctrine of Motherhood being a similitude of the Savior. Shelby experienced pain, she had labored, sacrificed, and shed her blood so that another could be delivered and progress. Shelby is a similitude of Jesus Christ. Her role is divine. She has already given Brighton the greatest gift that she could ever give him whether he continued to live or not. Praise be to Shelby for selfless love and devotion to her son.
On Thursday as I drove into Vegas to attend the temple, my thoughts turned to Brighton. Why did he have to go through this? What is his mission? Even though he came with a broken body, he also came with a strong, mature spirit; untainted by the world and completely pure. And even though he would only live for just two short days, he was already about his Father's business. How could he have not made a positive impact on Tyson and Shelby? He is perfect! He is theirs! A family was born Tues. afternoon. Brighton's mission is one of rescue; giving life eternal in a sense, to his parents. Undoubtedly, his short existence has planted seeds of a forever family in the hearts of Shelby and Tyson. Brighton's influence and love will continue, leading them to make and keep covenants that will bind them all together forever.
I write that my children may know, the Lord is so merciful and wise. And though his ways and will may be painful and beyond what we think we can endure, we just need to trust Him.
Yes, Brighton finally came into the world, and brought with him many concerns. He was born with club feet, very short arms with only a thumb attached, and a very abnormal, faulty heart. His head was enlarged and his esophagus was under developed, just to name a few of these concerns. It wasn't a surprise to Shelby and Tyson. They had been somewhat aware of Brighton's conditions as early as when Shelby was 20 weeks pregnant. No, they weren't surprised, but I am sure they were still shocked. I really think we were all shocked. It seems that if you pray hard and frequent enough, fast with a sincere heart , and exercise every ounce of faith you have, then perhaps you should be able to call upon a miracle even of this magnitude. But that was not the case. Faith was exercised in Heavenly Father's will and we accepted that will, trusting that He knows best for little Brighton, and his parents.
All Tuesday evening and well into the night, and all the next day, my thoughts were centered on Shelby. I would never experience the pain that Shelby experienced bringing Brighton into the world, let alone the pain that would continue in the days, weeks and months to come. I would never be asked to sacrifice in the way that Shelby has had to sacrifice. As I pondered over and over these thoughts, Elder Jeffrey R. Holland's Apr. 2015 Conference address, "Behold Thy Mother" came into my mind. Elder Holland, in only the way that Elder Holland can, expressed the beautiful doctrine of Motherhood being a similitude of the Savior. Shelby experienced pain, she had labored, sacrificed, and shed her blood so that another could be delivered and progress. Shelby is a similitude of Jesus Christ. Her role is divine. She has already given Brighton the greatest gift that she could ever give him whether he continued to live or not. Praise be to Shelby for selfless love and devotion to her son.
On Thursday as I drove into Vegas to attend the temple, my thoughts turned to Brighton. Why did he have to go through this? What is his mission? Even though he came with a broken body, he also came with a strong, mature spirit; untainted by the world and completely pure. And even though he would only live for just two short days, he was already about his Father's business. How could he have not made a positive impact on Tyson and Shelby? He is perfect! He is theirs! A family was born Tues. afternoon. Brighton's mission is one of rescue; giving life eternal in a sense, to his parents. Undoubtedly, his short existence has planted seeds of a forever family in the hearts of Shelby and Tyson. Brighton's influence and love will continue, leading them to make and keep covenants that will bind them all together forever.
I write that my children may know, the Lord is so merciful and wise. And though his ways and will may be painful and beyond what we think we can endure, we just need to trust Him.
Sunday, January 24, 2016
18 years of Hannah!
A funny thing happened at church today. Hannah, Jared and I were all called up to the stand by Bishop Holyoak, so he could present Hannah with her Young Womanhood medallion. The bishop immediately gave me the necklace to put around Hannah's neck. Major problem..........I am blind and I didn't have my reading glasses.. I fiddled around for what seemed like an eternity (probably 30 secs or less) and then turned to dad for help. His vision wasn't the best either and by the time we both fiddled with it, her hair was tangled up with the chain and the clock was ticking and it was dreadfully silent and every eye was fixed on us and.........ugh! Finally Hannah said that she would just do it. Easy enough.......NOT! Just as Hannah reached up to grab the chain, the medallion slipped off and went right down Hannah's shirt. Hannah immediately turned and walked off the stand with Jared and I close behind her, leaving the bishop up there by himself. No necklace, no congratulatory embrace or handshake, no explanation of how and what she had earned. With heads down, we shamefully walked back to our seats while the bishop tried to salvage whatever he could of the disaster. He tried to share some sweet things about Hannah from the pulpit, but they could not be heard above the snickers in the congregation. It wasn't our best moment to say the least.
Don't worry. No harm! No foul! And no biggie! It certainly wasn't any ones fault. It was just a funny experience that I thought you might like to hear about it.
My real intent for writing this post is to let Hannah's siblings, siblings-in-laws and nieces and nephew know a little about Hannah from my perspective. I am not writing from her point of view, but from mine and what I have perceived and witnessed over the past few years regarding Hannah and her family.
Hannah adores her brothers! She is proud of each one of them and when her friends come over and see their pictures, she is vocal about her love for them. She will tell her friends their name, what they are doing and where they fit in the family. It is very tender for me to witness that. Sometimes I feel bad that she doesn't know them or visa versa and that makes me a little sad. But it doesn't matter that she didn't grow up with them. She loves them as her adult brothers and the awesome men that they are. I find it so endearing on her part as she writes little texts every now and then to them. She loves being connected to her bros! And she loves them!
Hannah loves her sisters! She loves being included in their adult lives. She is grateful for the example they have set for her regarding school, dating, make-up, style, future plans, and love of the gospel. I sense that it is really an honor to be the caboose to this family sub-set of four girls. She desires to be like them,;to serve a mission, to gain an education, to marry a righteous priesthood holder and to be a mom. She really wants to be a wife and mom! Thank you daughters for shaping her life by your examples. As much as Hannah wants to forge her own path upon high school graduation, and to a great degree she will, I sense that she is so very proud of the paths her sisters have forged and gladly walks in your footsteps! You have created a safety net of sorts for her because she is the little sister and is so welcomed into each of your lives.
To Brittney, Emily and Honey (Eric). She adores all three of you. You are more like siblings to her than in-laws. She is comfortable around you and is so proud of all of you and your contributions to our home and family as well as your own little families. She loves her title of aunt and is smitten by her Molly, Avonlea, Hallie, Claire, and Oliver! Your children only enhance her desire to be a mother. Your examples of parenthood are watched and revered by Hannah and tucked away for future reference.
Hannah is a glorious person! She is loving and so kind. She voiced to me this week that one of her desires is just to be a kind person. I love that in her. And she really is kind. Happy 18th Birthday daughter! Your presence is so felt and needed in our family. I love you!
Don't worry. No harm! No foul! And no biggie! It certainly wasn't any ones fault. It was just a funny experience that I thought you might like to hear about it.
My real intent for writing this post is to let Hannah's siblings, siblings-in-laws and nieces and nephew know a little about Hannah from my perspective. I am not writing from her point of view, but from mine and what I have perceived and witnessed over the past few years regarding Hannah and her family.
Hannah adores her brothers! She is proud of each one of them and when her friends come over and see their pictures, she is vocal about her love for them. She will tell her friends their name, what they are doing and where they fit in the family. It is very tender for me to witness that. Sometimes I feel bad that she doesn't know them or visa versa and that makes me a little sad. But it doesn't matter that she didn't grow up with them. She loves them as her adult brothers and the awesome men that they are. I find it so endearing on her part as she writes little texts every now and then to them. She loves being connected to her bros! And she loves them!
Hannah loves her sisters! She loves being included in their adult lives. She is grateful for the example they have set for her regarding school, dating, make-up, style, future plans, and love of the gospel. I sense that it is really an honor to be the caboose to this family sub-set of four girls. She desires to be like them,;to serve a mission, to gain an education, to marry a righteous priesthood holder and to be a mom. She really wants to be a wife and mom! Thank you daughters for shaping her life by your examples. As much as Hannah wants to forge her own path upon high school graduation, and to a great degree she will, I sense that she is so very proud of the paths her sisters have forged and gladly walks in your footsteps! You have created a safety net of sorts for her because she is the little sister and is so welcomed into each of your lives.
To Brittney, Emily and Honey (Eric). She adores all three of you. You are more like siblings to her than in-laws. She is comfortable around you and is so proud of all of you and your contributions to our home and family as well as your own little families. She loves her title of aunt and is smitten by her Molly, Avonlea, Hallie, Claire, and Oliver! Your children only enhance her desire to be a mother. Your examples of parenthood are watched and revered by Hannah and tucked away for future reference.
Hannah is a glorious person! She is loving and so kind. She voiced to me this week that one of her desires is just to be a kind person. I love that in her. And she really is kind. Happy 18th Birthday daughter! Your presence is so felt and needed in our family. I love you!
Saturday, January 2, 2016
My People
I was saying my morning prayer and discussing with Heavenly Father what I hoped for in 2016. As I did so, I had a very specific thought enter into mind: "Write in your blog".
After I concluded in this particular interaction with Heavenly Father, I opened up an unmarked, cheap copy of the Book of Mormon and started reading, still with that particular thought that had been impressed upon me concerning my blog.
* I have missed my daily readings from the Book of Mormon. I have been consumed with the Old Testament for the past 5 months and although I have enjoyed it immensely, I have felt the nudgings of the Spirit to include the truths and teachings of the The Book of Mormon in my daily study. And so this morning, I began my study with 1 Nephi 1:1.
I did not have to read very far to have the spirit open my mind and heart. Verse 5: "Wherefore it came to pass that my father, Lehi, as he went forth prayed unto the Lord, yea, even with all his heart, in behalf of his people." My eyes and mind focused in on the phrases: "with all his heart" and "in behalf of his people" and I circled them. As I contemplated those phrases for a few seconds I thought back to my morning pray with Heavenly Father.
I had prayed in behalf of Derrick & Brittney, Daniel & Emily, Noelle & Eric, with all my heart, thanking Father for their wisdom, goodness and love as they continue to raise their sweet little children, I expressed gratitude in knowing my grandchildren are nurtured and cared for by amazing parents, all who are my people. JOY!
I had prayed in behalf of Travis and Holly, my people who are far from me. With all my heart, I asked for Heavenly Father to protect them, bless them, and bring them back home to me when they have accomplished what they have set out to do. I thanked Heavenly Father for their goodness and soundness of mind to make those decisions that are best for them in a land that is far away. I prayed in behalf of them as I thanked Heavenly Father for those good people who have opened their homes and hearts to them. PEACE!
I had prayed in behalf of Brandon and Natalie, again my people, who I perceived, have been abundantly blessed with success and new beginnings of sort at this time in their lives. With all my heart, I thanked Heavenly Father for blessing them with progression, newness and a desire to do hard things to bring about a great future and life. GRATITUDE!
I had prayed for Hannah and dad and myself, thanking Heavenly Father that we still have our Hannah at home to help dad and I transition to what will be a new phase of our lives. During that prayer, I spent a few precious moments thinking of my Hannah, how I loved her, trusted her and found so much joy from her. I told Heavenly Father how blessed I was to have Jared and reiterated what Hannah had told me late last night concerning her dad and how he had cleaned up the kitchen and had bought New Years Eve food so that she and her friends could celebrate at our house. She expressed her love for him to me as she shared her thoughts. Such a simple act, but so far-reaching in what it meant to her. With all my heart, I expressed my love for him and his goodness and thanked Heavenly Father that he and Hannah are my people and still with me. HOPE!
And so today, at the beginning of this new year, I write that my children may know that your mother, me, will continue to go forth and pray unto the Lord, even with all my heart, in behalf of each of you. You are my joy, peace, gratitude, hope and people!! How I love each one of you!
After I concluded in this particular interaction with Heavenly Father, I opened up an unmarked, cheap copy of the Book of Mormon and started reading, still with that particular thought that had been impressed upon me concerning my blog.
* I have missed my daily readings from the Book of Mormon. I have been consumed with the Old Testament for the past 5 months and although I have enjoyed it immensely, I have felt the nudgings of the Spirit to include the truths and teachings of the The Book of Mormon in my daily study. And so this morning, I began my study with 1 Nephi 1:1.
I did not have to read very far to have the spirit open my mind and heart. Verse 5: "Wherefore it came to pass that my father, Lehi, as he went forth prayed unto the Lord, yea, even with all his heart, in behalf of his people." My eyes and mind focused in on the phrases: "with all his heart" and "in behalf of his people" and I circled them. As I contemplated those phrases for a few seconds I thought back to my morning pray with Heavenly Father.
I had prayed in behalf of Derrick & Brittney, Daniel & Emily, Noelle & Eric, with all my heart, thanking Father for their wisdom, goodness and love as they continue to raise their sweet little children, I expressed gratitude in knowing my grandchildren are nurtured and cared for by amazing parents, all who are my people. JOY!
I had prayed in behalf of Travis and Holly, my people who are far from me. With all my heart, I asked for Heavenly Father to protect them, bless them, and bring them back home to me when they have accomplished what they have set out to do. I thanked Heavenly Father for their goodness and soundness of mind to make those decisions that are best for them in a land that is far away. I prayed in behalf of them as I thanked Heavenly Father for those good people who have opened their homes and hearts to them. PEACE!
I had prayed in behalf of Brandon and Natalie, again my people, who I perceived, have been abundantly blessed with success and new beginnings of sort at this time in their lives. With all my heart, I thanked Heavenly Father for blessing them with progression, newness and a desire to do hard things to bring about a great future and life. GRATITUDE!
I had prayed for Hannah and dad and myself, thanking Heavenly Father that we still have our Hannah at home to help dad and I transition to what will be a new phase of our lives. During that prayer, I spent a few precious moments thinking of my Hannah, how I loved her, trusted her and found so much joy from her. I told Heavenly Father how blessed I was to have Jared and reiterated what Hannah had told me late last night concerning her dad and how he had cleaned up the kitchen and had bought New Years Eve food so that she and her friends could celebrate at our house. She expressed her love for him to me as she shared her thoughts. Such a simple act, but so far-reaching in what it meant to her. With all my heart, I expressed my love for him and his goodness and thanked Heavenly Father that he and Hannah are my people and still with me. HOPE!
And so today, at the beginning of this new year, I write that my children may know that your mother, me, will continue to go forth and pray unto the Lord, even with all my heart, in behalf of each of you. You are my joy, peace, gratitude, hope and people!! How I love each one of you!
Friday, September 26, 2014
Small steps......big results!
So I have been asked to teach and Adult Religion Class for our Stake, and have been doing so for one month now. I use the term "teach" loosely! I have been enlightened and joyfully share two pretty significant principles that have taken on new meaning and commitment in my life as a result of this opportunity:
* Conversion is a wonderful process of ups and downs; experiencing new beginnings again and again and moving past the past.
* The spiritual gift of revelation is the foundational gift of all other spiritual gifts. The heavens are open to me and to you as we seek, obtain and apply the gift of revelation. Here is how:
1. Desire. Just start with a genuine desire to receive personal revelation. "Desire dictates our priorities, priorities shape our choices, and choices determine our actions. The desires we act on detemine our changing, our achieving, and our becoming". Elder Dallin H. Oaks
2. Pray with real intent and an honest heart regarding your desire.
3. Be mindful of impressions to both your heart and your mind.
4. Act upon impressions as you have been directed.
5. Express gratitude, and continue to "apply unto it".
* Conversion is a wonderful process of ups and downs; experiencing new beginnings again and again and moving past the past.
* The spiritual gift of revelation is the foundational gift of all other spiritual gifts. The heavens are open to me and to you as we seek, obtain and apply the gift of revelation. Here is how:
1. Desire. Just start with a genuine desire to receive personal revelation. "Desire dictates our priorities, priorities shape our choices, and choices determine our actions. The desires we act on detemine our changing, our achieving, and our becoming". Elder Dallin H. Oaks
2. Pray with real intent and an honest heart regarding your desire.
3. Be mindful of impressions to both your heart and your mind.
4. Act upon impressions as you have been directed.
5. Express gratitude, and continue to "apply unto it".
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Still Daddy's Little Girl
In the early hours of the morning, Tues. August 12th, I was once again awakened from a dream as I heard my name being said in a very loving and gentle manner.
I had left Overton Monday night to go stay with Grandma Skousen at her home in St. George as we would leave Tues. morning for a trip up to Idaho Falls. I only remember a snippet of the dream , but what I do remember is very vivid. I saw dad standing to the side of me in a dark suit. He simply said: "Lorri". His voice was so clear and so real that I immediately woke up and looked around to see if he was actually in the room. I only had two thoughts at that moment: 1- Why hadn't dad referred to me as "Lor Lor" like he normally would have if he were alive. And 2- Was he waking me for some profound purpose, danger, or warning.
I haven't resolved those two thoughts as of yet. What I did resolve, feel and experience, was love. Pure, tender love and an overwhelming feeling of knowing that dad is aware and mindful of me, much like the experience I had last year.
I believe that Heavenly Father took dad at this very specific time for specific reasons. One of those reasons being to help his children and grandchildren who need his influence of goodness, acceptance and love here on earth at this time in their lives.
I write that my children and grandchildren may know that their grandfather is very much involved in their lives today; that he has a greater opportunity to influence and guide them where he is now than if he were still alive. I pray, dear children that you can also feel his love and care for you.
I had left Overton Monday night to go stay with Grandma Skousen at her home in St. George as we would leave Tues. morning for a trip up to Idaho Falls. I only remember a snippet of the dream , but what I do remember is very vivid. I saw dad standing to the side of me in a dark suit. He simply said: "Lorri". His voice was so clear and so real that I immediately woke up and looked around to see if he was actually in the room. I only had two thoughts at that moment: 1- Why hadn't dad referred to me as "Lor Lor" like he normally would have if he were alive. And 2- Was he waking me for some profound purpose, danger, or warning.
I haven't resolved those two thoughts as of yet. What I did resolve, feel and experience, was love. Pure, tender love and an overwhelming feeling of knowing that dad is aware and mindful of me, much like the experience I had last year.
I believe that Heavenly Father took dad at this very specific time for specific reasons. One of those reasons being to help his children and grandchildren who need his influence of goodness, acceptance and love here on earth at this time in their lives.
I write that my children and grandchildren may know that their grandfather is very much involved in their lives today; that he has a greater opportunity to influence and guide them where he is now than if he were still alive. I pray, dear children that you can also feel his love and care for you.
Monday, August 4, 2014
Who Am I To Judge Another?
It is almost 1:00am. I am tired but my mind is unsettled. I have been reading about the Suwyn family from Hurricane, Utah who just lost their eleven-month old daughter Skyah two days ago. Skyah's mother forgot she left her daughter in the car, causing her to die from heat exhaustion. Cruel, judging comments have been made regarding this mother. I know it sounds inconceivable that a mother could do such a thing as forget her baby, but it happens. It happened to me.
Every time I read one of these horrifically tragic stories, I am taken back to August,1991. I had asked Jared if he could come home for lunch to watch Daniel, Travis and Noelle while I hurried to go visit teach my friend Nori. When Jared arrived, I quickly jumped into the car and took off.
It was an unusual overcast summer day. I parked in my friend's driveway that was shaded by a big tree. I got out of the car and went inside. Nori and I sat down and began to visit for a while. Her newborn baby began to cry so she went to get him up from his crib. As Nori walked down the hall she asked me about my nine-month old baby daughter.
Immediately my thoughts turned to Noelle, and I was horror stricken to recall that I had actually brought Noelle with me and had left her in the car. I ran outside to discover a very red, screaming baby. I am convinced that the clouds and the shade tree were what kept Noelle alive. Even though it was only twenty minutes, on a normal August day in LasVegas, I am sure the results would have been tragically different.
Nori called her husband who was a resident doctor at UMC. He gave me instructions of what to look for and what to do. Noelle was fine. I was not. I reenacted that experience over and over in my mind for months. I didn't have any recollection of carrying Noelle to the car or buckling her up in her car seat. In my mind, I had left her with Jared and the boys.
It is actually more horrifying for me to think about it now and all the what-might-have-beens. Not only was Noelle's life spared, but so was mine. I cannot fathom living with the degree of guilt and pain that would accompany such a horrible accident.
Which leads me to where I began... with a grief-stricken mother who did the same thing as I but had a different ending. My heart hurts for her, her loss, her pain, her husband, her other children. I pray that angels will minister to this mother and that her aching will lessen as the days pass. I pray that she will forgive herself. I pray that others will too.
Every time I read one of these horrifically tragic stories, I am taken back to August,1991. I had asked Jared if he could come home for lunch to watch Daniel, Travis and Noelle while I hurried to go visit teach my friend Nori. When Jared arrived, I quickly jumped into the car and took off.
It was an unusual overcast summer day. I parked in my friend's driveway that was shaded by a big tree. I got out of the car and went inside. Nori and I sat down and began to visit for a while. Her newborn baby began to cry so she went to get him up from his crib. As Nori walked down the hall she asked me about my nine-month old baby daughter.
Immediately my thoughts turned to Noelle, and I was horror stricken to recall that I had actually brought Noelle with me and had left her in the car. I ran outside to discover a very red, screaming baby. I am convinced that the clouds and the shade tree were what kept Noelle alive. Even though it was only twenty minutes, on a normal August day in LasVegas, I am sure the results would have been tragically different.
Nori called her husband who was a resident doctor at UMC. He gave me instructions of what to look for and what to do. Noelle was fine. I was not. I reenacted that experience over and over in my mind for months. I didn't have any recollection of carrying Noelle to the car or buckling her up in her car seat. In my mind, I had left her with Jared and the boys.
It is actually more horrifying for me to think about it now and all the what-might-have-beens. Not only was Noelle's life spared, but so was mine. I cannot fathom living with the degree of guilt and pain that would accompany such a horrible accident.
Which leads me to where I began... with a grief-stricken mother who did the same thing as I but had a different ending. My heart hurts for her, her loss, her pain, her husband, her other children. I pray that angels will minister to this mother and that her aching will lessen as the days pass. I pray that she will forgive herself. I pray that others will too.
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