No day is good for a funeral, especially for a baby. But, if I had to have a day for a baby’s funeral, I would have chosen today. We woke up to a very grey, foggy, rainy morning.
We took our baby to daycare, and then headed to the office before we headed out for the funeral. The church we went to was a beautiful Catholic church in the Rockrimmon area. I believe it used to be an Abbey. It was the St. Francis of Assisi Parrish.
The ceremony was beautiful. It was emotionally very tough, they brought the casket in at the beginning and it was so small. And then at the end, walking it out to the hearse, it was so hard to see it. As we were leaving we stopped to talk to our friends (the parents). I was hugging the dad and he was crying saying, ‘this wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Courtney and Thomas were supposed to play together.’ That got both Hubby and I pretty good. Thank goodness I did remember to bring a box of tissues.
We did not go to the internment. I just don’t think I could handle it. They did ask everyone to come by the house later, so that we did plan on.
After the service, we went to pick up a gift certificate for them. We found a meal fix-it place in their neighborhood, so a bunch of us got together and got them a gift certificate so that they can make the meals, or even get them delivered. It’s very similar to the Supper Solutions that I use just a different company, different name. After that we went and got some lunch and then back to the office for a little bit.
Later that afternoon we headed over to their house to give them the gift certificate. They, of course, have lots of family in town. So their house was pretty full. Plus there were other friends there. We were able to spend some time talking to our friends for the first time since this happened. We were able to get a few more answers to our questions.
We finally left their house and went to get our baby. We were so happy to see her, we just hugged her tight. It’s scary for us to think how close we may have been to that same situation.
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