every day after work i walk passed the child-birth-center and think about July 7.
the day we spent in there.
running back and forth from trader joes, grace cafe, and the hospital.
the baby always comes to my mind.
that was a sad day.
my calender was marked for september 18.
sometimes i wonder...
i still don't know why a mommy loses her baby.
oh, you can explain it scientifically. but that only answers so much.
why do bad things happen to good people?
why do the righteous suffer so?
that is the age old question.
the only answer i know is
I AM
that should suffice, right.
