Personal Stories, Remembrance

My Dearest Grace,

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My Dearest Grace, 

Tonight I shared your story with a room full of people in Poland.  There were many tears as I spoke about how we tried so hard to keep you with us.  I told them one of the few stories I can tell about you – how you kept trying to grab the needling that was invading your home.  People are always amazed at your curiosity, even in the womb.  

There were many moms and dads there tonight that miss their children like we miss you.  We cried together and are helping each other get through the sadness.  I know you are safe and full of joy in your heavenly home, and my tears are selfish.  But I want you to know that your time on earth, as brief as it was, is helping others to come to know God.  There is no greater purpose one can have in life.  

There is a white rose by our bed tonight with your name on it.  It’s beautiful and perfect, just like you.  

Daddy and I love you so very much.  Someday, we’ll all be together again as a family.  Help Jesus get our place ready!  

All my love, 

Mom ♥

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