What does one talk about after nearly a 4 month hiatus from blogging?
I’m not sure really. I don’t know if I really want to talk about it, but I guess for that sake of things I probably should. The last thing I posted was a simple photo of Zoe sitting on her slide in the the back yard. That was March. Our other daughter, Ashleigh, passed away on May 4th.
Only 104 days after being born, she went to be with her Lord and Savior. Dr Sidebottom, the director of the NICU was on call that night, said that the way things went down that night it was the equivalent of an adult having a heart attack. She had hit the four pound mark in April and was nearing five quickly. She had been off the ventilator for several weeks breathing on her own with just a nasal cannula. Stephanie and I are very thankful that she passed away in the care of trained professionals because if it had happened after we brought her home, neither one of us would have been able to forgive the other. Ashleigh’s funeral was very pretty and peaceful, with a few Chaplains from the hospital we grew to call friends, and a handful of Ashleigh’s nurses showing up.
There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t replay everything that happened that night. It sucks. Parents should never have to bury the children. Stephanie and I are 27 and have our burial plots. Something else we should not have at this age.
I’ll tell you one thing, if neither of us had God in our lives, I truly think we would be worse off.

James 1:2-4

Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.

So as the sun rises and sets, we continue to walk in faith and put everything in God’s hands. I love you Ashleigh.

This too shall pass.