Yesterday December 2, marked 9 years of when we had Gabriel. A little boy we would never know outside of the womb. He was 10cm long and when I held him he fit in the palm of my hand. He was our first Son. After being married in March of 2005 we found out in late summer we were expecting our first child. Then the call. Chanelle went to her 14 week routine appointment (Dec 1) and I couldnt go that day. I couldnt leave work. But I know where I was. As it got later in the day it was getting cool. I had just finished some water tie ins on an apartment complex in Bluffton. I hadnt heard from Chanelle and found it strange, she had been at her appointment way too long. Then she called, I couldnt wait to answer the phone and hear about our Child. I wasnt ready for what I was about to hear. A hysterical voice on the other end revealed my greatest fear. My childs heart had stopped. The next few hours were spent making decisions. We would go in the next day (Dec 2) and Chanelle would be induced and our Son would be delivered. Fast forward a few weeks. We had a quiet family memorial at the hospital over looking the water. My sister wrote a poem, Pastor David Holland spoke, and we laid flowers on the bank as the attached song played in the background. I can count on one hand how many times I have listened to tears in Heaven since that day 9 years ago. It was just too hard to bear. So I say to all the Fathers and Mothers whove laid a child to rest. Maybe it was a miscarriage, as and infant, or later in life. You are loved, and you are valued. May the peace of God, in Christ Jesus, through the Holy Spirit bring continual hope and comfort.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 12:16:15 +0000
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