A Tough Weekend

This past Saturday we attended the service of a stillborn infant. It was easily one of the most difficult things I have ever witnessed. The parents handled the service with a grace and dignity that I'm not sure I could ever replicate were I placed in their situation. It was a direct contrast to the service for my 95 year old grandmother who died this summer. With her service, it was a time to remember a life lived, with many good memories. The service this weekend served as a reminder nothing about or associated with life is ever guaranteed. The hard part is not allowing bitterness to creep in when thinking about how hard life can be at times, or in this case, to even attain it.