All Saints Day

With my new work schedule I haven’t had time to blog lately, but hopefully once we get in a routine I can get back on track.  Last week was All Saints Day and of course we celebrated with our sweet angel.  My Mom has gone to the blessing of the graces every year since Braxton passed away.  Rain or shine she has been there.  Most years I was unable to attend do to work but this year luckily I was off and got to join her and my Dad.  As we stood under the green tent in the back of the cemetery for the service I couldn’t help but remember the day we buried my baby boy.  That green tent has seen so many tears I imagine through the years.  Honestly it breaks my heart to even imagine how many tears because no one wants to be standing under that green tent burying a loved one.  As sad as it is to remember that day and the pain I felt it is also comforting to remember the love and support that surrounded me that day too.  Our friends and family will never understand how much their love and support meant to me on that day... one of the hardest days of my life.  No Mother should have to bury their child; yet it is something that happens every single day.  It is a pain and experience no one can ever truly comprehend until you have been there.  I pray daily for others to never have to feel the pain of losing a child, but if they do I can only hope they have the love and support of others like I do.

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
time to plant and time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.