Baby Box: Shock and Awe

13 Aug

This needs to be read and I too know of the death at birth of my child,Gary,Although over 40 years ago he is still in my thoughts the pain is in a little box in my heart and my wife has her way of dealing with her heartache of our loss.

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By Jason Michael

JENNIFER AND CRAIG WALKED down the centre aisle of the crowded church towards the altar. Kate was wrapped in a gorgeous pale blue blanket and cradled in Jen’s arms. Craig had his arm around Jen’s shoulder, holding his wee family as they made their way to the front of the congregation. Jen looked serene. Craig, like he hadn’t slept in a month. As they reached the carpeted sanctuary steps I lifted my gaze – a forty yard stare – to the marble statue of Christ the Good Shepherd behind the font at the back of the chapel and silently recited the words of a hymn – the melody of which would not come: My one defence, my righteousness, O God how I need you.

Now below me, where I could not dare to look, Jen and Craig tucked Kate in as though into her crib…

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