There is an amazing article you can read here about Phonethip's life and the legacy he left. Hearing the cries of his mother (my aunt) for her son was so painful.
To weep with the weeping is all we can do at a time of loss. However inadequate it feels. Today we attended the grave side service of sweet baby Olive Hope. Her story is here.
She was born premature in Chiang Rai, Thailand. That little sweetie was such a fighter and surpassed all odds she had against her. She surprised her parents and Doctors with all her little spunk. There were so many neat stories of miracles shared at Olive's memorial service last night. But last Friday her infection grew so strong and Jesus called her home. She was 4 months old. This morning as we stood watching these young parents bury their baby girl I was in complete empathy. As we watched Olive lowered into the ground I ached for her parents, fighting the urge to walk over & hug them to ward off a chill that will probably go away. Aching for the grandparents, aunts, uncles, and little cousins who have been praying for this little life.
Hearing again the audible cry of a mama crying for her little baby. So very, very agonizing. I wish there were more to do for them. Wish there was something~anything we could do to ease the pain for our sweet friends Norm & Carol (the grandparents). We have grown close to them through our small group & hurt with them through this valley.
I love you sweet friends. I'm so sorry your hearts are so broken. Mine is broken with you.
To weep with the weeping is all we can do at a time of loss. However inadequate it feels. Today we attended the grave side service of sweet baby Olive Hope. Her story is here.
She was born premature in Chiang Rai, Thailand. That little sweetie was such a fighter and surpassed all odds she had against her. She surprised her parents and Doctors with all her little spunk. There were so many neat stories of miracles shared at Olive's memorial service last night. But last Friday her infection grew so strong and Jesus called her home. She was 4 months old. This morning as we stood watching these young parents bury their baby girl I was in complete empathy. As we watched Olive lowered into the ground I ached for her parents, fighting the urge to walk over & hug them to ward off a chill that will probably go away. Aching for the grandparents, aunts, uncles, and little cousins who have been praying for this little life.
Hearing again the audible cry of a mama crying for her little baby. So very, very agonizing. I wish there were more to do for them. Wish there was something~anything we could do to ease the pain for our sweet friends Norm & Carol (the grandparents). We have grown close to them through our small group & hurt with them through this valley.
I love you sweet friends. I'm so sorry your hearts are so broken. Mine is broken with you.