Well, I went to that little hero's funeral on Saturday. I had been asked to speak and graciously accepted. I didn't realize it before hand, but this was the first funeral I had been to since Bridger's. I walked into the building and found the parents to offer what comfort I could and was keeping it together quite well until I walked over to this little one lying there peacefully in the casket. I lost it- again another flashback, but also the reality of the pain and sorrow that these parents are only just beginning. As I sat in the chapel, waiting for my turn to speak, my heart was pounding. I didn't know if I could keep myself collected long enough to say the words I needed to say in order to honor this sweet child and offer some kind of comfort to the parents. I began pleading for strength to help me through the upcoming moments and quickly, I felt my baby boy at my side. My heart slowed and I became composed as I began to walk up to the podium. Up until this point, I have always known Bridger was not far from me, but until this moment I have not yet felt his presence so clearly. My sweet boy, I try not to ask much from you. Only for your happiness and peace where you are, but I am grateful that you held my hand so that we could do our part to honor another hero who has moved on. I love you.
