A funeral

I attended a graveside service for my friends baby today. The words graveside and baby shouldn't be in the same sentence, but they are. My cousin, and Mike also went to the service, and we all left shaken, and very sad. I knew Mike doesn't normally attend events like this, but these are good sweet people, and his friends, so he made it. When he got there our friend just collapsed on him wailing, thanking him for the pictures he took in the NICU before her baby passed. When Mike made his way over to me I could feel him heaving from crying. I just patted his hand, and he held me tight.

We listened to the sweet words the man running the service said, and all the mentions of how we should turn everything over to God. I wondered if they brought my friends comfort. The religious sayings didn't help me much when I learned Jude was so very sick, but everyone is different. I hope someday she does find peace. I hope and pray her other little baby in the NICU survives, and has a long healthy life. I am asking everyone to pray for this baby! His sister held on as long as she could to give him a chance at life.

I am still not mentioned names, but we don't need names to pray. I am rather emotional at work after the service, and I feel strange being here. I guess it's that old feeling of wondering how life goes on when something like this happens. I do agree with my cousin, no one should ever have to cry like my friend cried today. Life is so unfair sometimes.

My cousin went home and had a drink, I told her I had to go to work so have one for me, and I would just blog my emotions out. Rest in peace little baby girl, I know you are surrounded by people up there that love you, and your mommy will see you again someday.