Tonight, I did something that was brutally hard for me.
I went, with the kids, to the viewing of a 12 year old girl that died of leukemia.
The kids have been to lots of viewings and funerals for my family, but this was the first one that we went to for a child. I wasn’t sure how they were going to take it. But they did better than I did, I think.
They had a closed casket. Which is understandable, since she had lost a LOT of weight. I was surprised, but thinking about it, it seems like a good idea. They had LOTS of pink roses on top of the casket, like completely covering it. With pink ribbons that said “Princess Brooklyn” on them.
Statistically speaking, she should still be here. She had the “good kind” of leukemia after all. Seriously, that’s what they (the dr.s) tell you when your child is diagnosed with ALL.
She had the cell lineage with the higher cure rate, and Calen had the cell lineage with the lower cure rate. Yet, she died.
Our God is not a God of statistics. And we have to accept His will, even when we don’t understand it.
Yeah, I know, this post is a mess of jumbled thoughts. But this has affected me deeply. It was all I could do to get out of the funeral home without crying. Yeah, I had tears in my eyes, but I wasn’t sobbing. I thought I was going to cry all the way home. I would have, if it hadn’t been for the kids. I held it together for them. They don’t understand it either.
It really warms my heart to hear them now praying for the Lord to comfort Brooklyns family.
I HATE cancer!!
