Family Night

That's our baby boy in that delicate white coffin.

Papi got to carry him one more time to his final resting place.

Ever since we told the kids the sad news about their baby brother the one thing they wanted more than anything was to have a Family Night with him.  They wanted to bury him on a Monday so for his graveside service we could have Family Night.

Grandpa conducted.

Papi gave the prayer.

We sang Families Can Be Together Forever.

Alexandria gave a scripture, Moses 1:39.

Mommy gave a lesson on the Plan of Happiness and that we can see Mikey again.

And Uncle Heath closed with a beautiful prayer to dedicate his grave.

Then we gave the balloons a big hug and a kiss and sent them up to the heavens to be with Mikey.
Refreshments at Grandmas, root beer floats.

It wasn't your typical graveside service, no life history was recounted, no remarks by the bishop, but it was what our family needed and that's all that matters.  For my kids, all five of them, it was perfect.

This morning has been hard.

Mornings are definitely my worst time of day.

Papi has been getting up with the kids ever since I was in the hospital.

Today I wanted to get them ready for school.

Slowly, I'm trying to get things back to normal.

But they're not normal.

There's a constant missing piece in my heart.

After taking the kids to school I came back to bed, held Mikey's blanket and like a baby cried myself back to sleep.

I miss him.

Around noon Isabel came in. "Mommy, two people came and brought us flowers and treats.  They left cards."  She laid the cards on the bed.  I read them.  Sweet words of prayers and love reminded me that I'm not alone.  I am so thankful to everyone who has helped us through this time.  Your sweet acts of kindness through cards, flowers, treats, meals, donations, all of it has truly served to lift our spirits.  Not only have you shown us love but you have taught me how I can better love others.  To just say thank you doesn't feel like enough.