Today we buried Mark Edward. Father Richard was so wonderful. We placed the box with Mark Edward in front of the altar during mass.
The first time Father mentioned Mark Edward, I cried. The tears kept coming throughout the mass. Brother cried as I cried. Father Richard said, during the homily, that Mark had lived his purpose on earth even though we may never know what that purpose is. I believe that and take comfort in it. After the final blessing at mass, we followed Father Richard, Father Peter and the Deacon out of church to the rosary garden where other babies are buried. Brother carried Mark the entire way. He placed him in the ground. Father sprinkled some holy water. He said some beautiful prayers, a Hail Mary, and Angel of God. I cried. A lot.
I think of him out there and I just can't stand it. I'm restless. I don't know what to do next.
My dearest friends were there and gave me all I needed, hugs and love.
One of my very dear friends who is also an expert knitter gave me the box and prepared the interior. She also gave me what she had knit of the beautiful baby shawl she had planned on giving me for Mark. Isn't it beautiful?


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