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| Colorado, but it is a beautiful Valley; Psalms 23 |
Okay, I will admit this up front: I read the Obituary page in the newspaper, almost every day.
Most
people don’t readily confess to this, as it has a sense of morbidity
about it. But, I am willing to bet a whole white chocolate macadamia
cookie that many readers do at least glance at that page.
Maybe
it is my age. I will only grow older, although my brain insists I
am still thirty-seven. The primary cause of death in my age range is
random. Women—cancer of some sort, usually breast cancer. Men—heart
attacks and cancer. Any age—automobile accidents or violence.
But
every now and then, there will be a tiny obit about a tiny life. It
takes my breath away, and then I read the simple words: born one
minute, lived a short time, and then gone. So much said in such a few
words.
The
movie plays in my head, slowly and I can see every moment. First, the
labor and the efforts of the mother. Then the joy of that moment when
the doctor says, “It’s a ----!” The silence that follows as the room
becomes a whirlwind of doctors and nurses, running to NCU with the
struggling newborn. The mother and father cry, calling questions,
“Wait! What is wrong---?” Then there is the moment when the doctor walks slowly back to the parents.**
And that is the moment where I turn off the movie in my head, and feel horrific sorrow.
Telling Mommy hello
If you or someone you know has been through those moments, this book is a healing book. It celebrates
If you or someone you know has been through those moments, this book is a healing book. It celebrates
One of the many part time jobs I held over my early married years was in Medical Records. This scene was ones I saw that carried out many times and left sorrow in its wake.
