[pepsi_junkie]

One of my vivid memories as a child is my grandmother talking about her baby who only lived an hour after birth. My grandmother told me of a time when she was maybe 4 years old and her baby sister contracted scarlet fever and died. Because it was contagious the funeral consisted of the body being propped up in a window so people could walk by and look through the glass at it. This is how my grandmother said goodbye to her. And over 80 years later it was still with her, one of her earliest memories and saddest. This isn't the sort of thing to try to make political points about. The left has no shame.

[Former Fetus]

When I was 10 years old, my 15-day-old sister died. I was at school, Friday afternoon, when I was called to the principal’s office and told that my sister was very sick and I was going to spend the weekend with some family friends. When I was taken back home, I remember running to the bedroom to see her... there was no crib, no baby stuff... My mom explained then that she had died, and was already buried. I cried a lot, and always resented that I was not allowed to see her one more time. She was taken away from me and even now, I am crying as I type. I can talk about other deaths in the family, but if I try to tell about my baby sister I fall apart. Thanks be to God that has promised me I will see her again one day, across Jordan!

[miss marmelstein]

Thank you for your sad moving story. Are some people so removed from death that they cannot emphathize with a young mother? I wonder what else this dreadful season will bring?