My cousin was kind enough to ask her grandmother for a copy of the story/poem-of-sorts that her church gave to her when her (the grandmother’s) daughter died:
A Celebration of Resurrection
If a tiny baby could think, it would be afraid of birth. To leave the only world it has known would seem a kind of death. But immediately after birth the child would find itself in loving arms, showered with affection and cared for at every moment. Surely the baby would say, “I was foolish to doubt God’s plan for me. This is a beautiful life.”
For us, passing through death is really a birth into a new and better world. Those who are left behind should not grieve as if there were no hope. Life is changed, not taken away. Our dear ones live on, in a world beautiful beyond anything we can imagine. With Jesus, they await the day when they will welcome us with joy.
“Do not grieve too much,” they say to us. “We are living and still with you.”
Kimberly, Alexandria, and Douglas the day she was born
Alexandria… From our arms to Jesus’ arms… We can’t wait to see you again.
