Monday is suppose to be about me, Me Monday. Today, no, it's about a friend.
A long time friend and her family are in mourning. Their precious grand baby, their only one, Noah, has gone to Heaven. He slipped away a few days ago, probably from SIDS, the silent killer.
The little guy had been sick for a few days, had a bad night, and was found not breathing the next morning. Oh my, what a horror for the young mother and father. The grief for all is overwhelming.
There is a purpose for everything in life, for birth, for death, for sorrow, for breathing. Somethings we just do not understand. To say we are praying seems weak but it's all we can do.