My 10 Day old baby cousin-Brooklyn Elizabeth Popken- died on September 23, 2008, while I was in school. My dad is in Iowa for her funeral. My mom is at work so I'm going to my friend Kierstynn's house to spend the night since my mom works tomorrow too. She works seven in the morning until eight at night. It sucks. It's only nine thirty, but I feel like it should be ten fifty. The time is slowly creeping by. Maybe just a little TOO slowly............... Anyway, I cried like CRAZY on September 23, 2008. Even though I had never even met Brooklyn, let alone SEEN any pictures of her, -until last night when my dad took a picture of a picture that was Brooklyn all hooked up to the machiens, and another that was her and the casket. She was born prematurely, and had stopped breathing that night. Later that day, her parents-my Aunt and Uncle- decided to take her off the Ventalater, and she died later. I found out a few hours after she died. I am still sad, but she look like she was in so much PAIN in the first picture my dad sent me. I know she is in heaven, and that calms my heart- I still love her. She is my family, even though she is no longer on earth. I will always love her, and I can't wait until I see her in heaven. I wonder why God lets little babies die, but I know that there must be reason.
In my mind, no babies should die. Wether it be Abortion, or sickness, or murder, or SBS, (shaking baby syndrom) Babies shouldn't HAVE to die. But God does what he thinks is best, and I'm in for the ride wether I like it or not.
*JainaMP*
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