Dear Jeffy she came to you today.....

She reached up and she took my hand,
and held on oh so tight,
I didn't have the heart to speak,
 I could not make this right.

"Mommie, I just have to know
where Jeffy sleeps each day,
does he live there all alone,
beneath that stone of clay?"

I watched her little tear filled eyes
look upon his silent stone,
and as we slowly came to it,
surely he must have known.

She laid her fingers on the etchings,
as if to touch your face,
her  hand so tender and so loving,
your little Katie-Grace.

She held the wilted flower,
I left for you last week,
it was so awfully quiet,
I dared not try to speak.

"Mommie, why couldn't Jeffy be better,
and come back with me to stay?'
My heart began to slowly break,
"Your Jeffy, he chose to go away..."

"See Sissy when he was a little boy,
someone hurt your Jeffy bad,
he never could be happy again,
and his heart it was just too sad."

She raised her so slowly,
 and gave up her little loss,
"Someday I'll go to live with them,
Jeffy and Jesus on that pretty cross."

And so your little Baby Sister,
the one you loved so dear,
knows now that you aren't coming back,
but now she has no fears.

For she will see you on that day ,
when Jesus calls her home,
and you can call her "Baby-Girl",
and tell her what we've known.

That life for you down here on earth ,
was filled with so much pain,
you couldn't bear to stay with us,
you had to avoid the rain.

I want you to know,
 as I took her hand
and led her on our way,
she never ever said "good-bye"to you, she only said "good-day".

For Jeffy, she remembers still,
your life, your love, your touch,
and always in her little heart, your love will mean so much....

Today, my little baby girl wanted to know if her Jeffy had a stone. Did he live under it? Was it pretty?  Was he alone? So I drove her to the cemetary and showed her where Jeffy stays. It was one of the most precious moments of our lives as she tenderly gave closure to this little uneasy grief that she has suffered the last six months. I felt peaceful as she teared up and loving, gingerly patted his stone. I felt relief as she held his cross and babbled about how much he liked them. But mostly I felt freedom that somehow, someway God worked it out for this sweet child to understand this mess. A mess that I still struggle with today....

See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that in heaven their angels always see the face of my Father who is in heaven.
(Matthew 18:10 ESV)