My cousin wanted to know if she could go visit your grave and bring you flowers. Of course, I said yes and how very thoughtful…especially since mommy and daddy can't get there to visit very often. And how sweet of her to bring you a little frog friend too. This further confirms we picked the best place we could to bury you, near your wonderful family. At the end of the email conversation, I said "I look forward to seeing a picture of the flowers at my baby's grave." WHAT?! What a messed up sentence. To go along with this messed up world. How could I possibly look forward to seeing flowers on my baby's GRAVE?! I guess that is what my life has come to. I can't have my baby in my arms, so I like to see flowers at her grave. It's certainly nothing I ever fathomed being my life, but there is also no changing it. You're gone, baby Stella. Gone, forever. From this horrible, painful, messed up world. You're on to much bigger and better things up in Heaven. Can't wait to see you again.
And I will give him the morning star. Rev 2:28
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