Last night I attended yet another funeral this year.  This time, it was a long time friend of mine named Lori.  I knew she had been having trouble having her newest baby.  She had to be lifestarred out of town several hours away over 71 times in the past year alone.  (The last part I found out last night)  She was due to have a c-section with the baby last saturday.  But she went into labor on Wednesday last week and gave natural childbirth to her new baby boy.  Then on Saturday, she died.  "There is no doubt in my mind that GOD had his hand in it.  He knows what lied ahead for her and got that baby out of her with no struggle." She has three altogether now.  But her son will never know her.  And there is a small chance that he may, later in life, try to blame himself for it.  It wasn't.  At least I don't think it was.   

It was so pitiful.  These people (her family) that are normally high spirited no matter how dire the situation, were exhausted and scatter brained.  They were just so sad.  Her husband couldn't even come inside during the wake for balling his eyes out.  I pray that GOD nulls his pain during his hour of much grief.  His kids need him now.  I pray that GOD helps him keep his senses about him now and not grieve himself to death.  I have seen that happen too many times.