Longing to hug my friend...

I cannot do a regular post, as if nothing has happened. One of my dearest friends has just lost her son. She never had the joy of bringing her baby home. She never had the excitement of watching him crawl or take his first steps. For months she and her husband lived their entire parenthood inside a hospital room. Although I am certain anger, frustration, and confusion haunted them regularly, they shined as a beacon of faith during an agonizing trial. Now they have the heart ache of going home to an empty nursery. I know what it's like to clean out a baby's room that will never be used, but I don't know what it is like to perform such a task after having struggled everyday for your child's life, for nearly a year. I cannot pretend to fully comprehend their grief, but I hope they can know that somewhere in the city of Phnom Penh, their is a soul hurting and crying with them. I love you Lish, and I thank you and Shuan for your amazing example. My constant prayer is for His arms of comfort to wrap around you as you mourn your loss. Roscoe's body may be at rest, but his spirit and his influence will live on forever. Thank you for sharing your precious son with us.