"We little knew that morning,
God was going to call your name,
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.
It Broke our hearts to lose you,
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
You left us Beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is Broken,
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one By one,
The chain will link again."
In the beginning, Rowan's death was extremely hard to come to terms with. I still remember being in the hospital, holding her, and having my whole being go into complete shock. I was just sobbing and staring off into nothing... Babies symbolize life, innocence, and unconditional love. To associate a baby with death went completely against all our expectations. Babies, the beginning of life, should not enter the world at what is seemingly the end. As we were preparing to receive Rowan and nourish a new life, our world quickly took a harsh change of direction. While preparing to give life, no one prepares to say goodbye.
At first I was angry with God. We miss Rowan terribly and yearn for what "might have been" at times, but there has been an indescribable, amazing peace that I have felt recently. Understanding and accepting that it was God's will that Rowan return to Heaven, has made me feel that peace. I can't even fully explain it... Besides just the fact of knowing and realizing that through Christ and God we can be healed. I've learned that although there may be little control over the events that take place in life, Christ provides the power to overcome them. No one is alone. And that, truly is a miracle.