I pulled her into my chest and let her tears soak through my shirt. I sobbed with her and there was a mutual understanding and respect that our tears were good.
As I cradled her, I admitted that I don’t have the answers to life, death, pain, and grief….but I’ve learned to surrender to the idea that there must be something beyond that we know and can see. And there is purpose in all of this. But you get to decide for yourself and follow your intuition on that one.
Her sad 10 year old eyes glanced up at me as she gathered enough breath to say, “Mama, I think life comes out of death.” And to that I replied, “My Dear, don’t ever lose that perspective. I believe your intuition is spot on.”