Yesterday, we attended the funeral of the son of a young lady that attended the Church where I was a Pastor in Safford. I think she was 12 or 13 when we met her and was one of the charter members of the youth group we got going.
Her son was born early and died last week at the age of nine days. It was one of the saddest things to see the tiny casket being carried by his Dad and being lowered into the ground. It had to be placed on a longer board to be lowered, since it wouldn't fit in the usual lowering apparatus.
It was good to reconnect with and be able to help support the family. Her older sister and her new husband of ten years were there. She was maybe 15 when we met her. The youngest, drove down from Chandler. We also got to talk with her parents, Grandma and Grandpa, who were some of closest friends in Safford.
The funeral service was at the same cemetery where Diane's Grandpa was just buried. It seems that we are going to too many of these things lately.
May you rest in peace, little man.
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