Easter 2015

I really missed Jonah today.  It's hard going to church and family functions, knowing that my little boy will always be missing from our gatherings.  Many tears were shed today by this mama.

This morning in church our pastor preached about the resurrection of Jesus on that first Easter morning.  Part of me, the angry part, thinks, Jesus!  You have victory over death!  Why didn't you save my child?  But the grateful part of me thinks,  Thank you, Jesus, for conquering the grave.  In you we have the hope of heaven.  We have the hope of seeing Jonah again on the other side of eternity.  I try to remain grateful, but I know the angry feelings are a normal part of grieving.

This afternoon Adam, Alice, and I went to the cemetery to visit Jonah.  My mom had been by there already and placed a blue sparkly bunny on his grave.  We left some roses cut from my backyard.  I also put up a spring flag behind my grandparents' headstone, which is right next to where Jonah is buried.  I needed to be there to cry today.  Some days I can cry at home, but some days I need to be by Jonah.

Happy Easter, Jonah.  We love you and miss you everyday.