Pick up the newspaper. Turn on the radio. Every day, another senseless death. There is a collective sigh. Especially when it is a child. Who among us expects a son or daughter to predecease us? And yet, stillbirths, illness/disease, accident, or that time honored favorite - the tragic teenage mindset that "it could never happen to me!" are replayed again and again. And then the tears, the pain, the loss. The mind numbing emptiness.
When one has a grasp of the Plan of Salvation it helps, but still, in the dark of the night, hope & faith sometimes seem a poor substitute for a warm child in your arms. I know that sounds...what? Maybe like I've missed the whole point of the gospel? I haven't. Truly. But for those who have wrapped their arms around a little body and promised that you'd never let him go. That you'd protect him, that you'd...
Oh.
It can just take time.
Time - and prayer will bring comfort if you allow it.
You learn that life goes on...even if you think you can't bear for it to go on. It does.
Not the way you expected or planned perhaps.
But life does go on.
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