Heartbreak

During sunset last night Gary and I went out to see our precious Gabriel. Since his has always had an empty plot to one side we can easily tell where he is. At first we thought someone had left something out there with him, but as we pulled up we realized that this was not the case. Another little baby had passed away.
Now, I am always sad when I hear of a death, especially when it is the death of a child. Every time I go to M.E.N.D. I silently pray that no new face will walk through the door because instead of being with us, they would be at home with their baby. My heart aches when I see new faces, when I meet new people and after sharing my story find out yet another person has been through the same situation.
But, there is a unique heartbreak when you see a fresh, tiny new grave. For me, I was thrown back to my memories of my first few weeks of grief. Overwhelmed, the tears fell freely from my eyes. I felt broken for this family, aching with the reality of death and reminded that another family has joined the "empty arms club".