The other day as I was driving past the cemetery, where Zachary is buried, something I saw shook me up a bit. I drive past a couple of times a week, checking to see if they have his headstone in yet. We were told due to the time of year, it might take them awhile because of the ground temperatures, moisture in the ground, etc.
But as I slowly drove past, checking to see if it was in, I noticed that they had prepared the spot, right next to his for a new grave. It made me catch my breath for a second. Seeing that tiny little spot, dug up, with chairs next to it, waiting for the family to arrive, brought back so many emotions.
I immediately felt a sorrow for this unknown family that had just lost a child. I remembered what it felt like to drive into the cemetery that day to bury my child.
There's a club we were initiated into the day our sweet Zachary passed away. It's not a club I ever thought I would join, nor is it a club that you get to choose your membership into. It's the club for parents who have buried a child. My heart went out to the newest members of the club. May your sweet child rest in peace and may you find comfort from our loving Father in Heaven, who will keep your child in His care until we meet again.
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That is so sad.
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