A farewell…

On Friday, we said goodbye. James and I both had stuggled with the rapidity of everything that happened. To whit, many people referred to what had happened as 'the surgery'. Few would actually acknowledge that a life had been lost. So yesterday, we remembered. A beautiful painted rock done by a friend, placed high in the mountains of Shady Valley. We know the hidden spot and can return to it if we ever feel the need. A resting place, if not for the body, but for the grief and emotions that have circled since the little one's death. We cried, and prayed, and hoped. And we trusted.