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Gratis persona
I was at work when Sarah called me to tell me we were pregnant. It was around 2 in the afternoon. I was floating on cloud nine for the rest of the day. I had a Ranger on the rack, pulling the frame. Not much got done on that truck for the rest of the day. I was gonna be a daddy!
On February 11th, 2003, Katherine Carr was born. And died.
My only child.
I remember that day as if it was yesterday. The sights, the sounds, still fresh in my memory.
I was at the church cleaning the sidewalks off when my sister tracked me down. Something was wrong with Sarah and the baby. My pastor and I climbed in my truck and drove to the apartment. I tried to calm Sarah as she was crying, "I don't want to lose my baby!" The pastor made the 911 call.
The ER doctor tried heroically to save Katie. He has forever earned my respect and my gratitude for the efforts he made. But it wasn't enough. Katie's cord prolapsed and she suffocated in the womb.
Sarah delivered Katie just hours later, after being induced. The hospital kept us overnight for monitoring, giving us a private room and wheeling in another bed for me to spend the night.
Katie's funeral was the following weekend. I had just lost my job and Sarah had lost her's shortly before Christmas. The funeral home director donated all his time and only charged us for what he had to pay for: the casket, the plot, the obituary. Sarah's dad helped us out and paid for it.
Katie's casket looked like a little bassinet. It came with a little teddy bear that sits on my TV stand, along with a blanket the ladies' auxiliary from the hospital had made for her. With it sits her baby book. Not much in it, except the little foot and hand prints, her length, her weight and her death certificate.
I have pics in 35mm from a disposable camera the hospital gave us. Sarah and I both holding Katie, dressing her in her gown. A few weeks ago I finally took those the camera shop around the corner to get them digitized so that I can make copies to give to family, so that if something happens to my originals, the copies will live on.
Sarah wanted a plot in the cemetery with a view, hopefully near a tree. I chose one that sits on a hilltop overlooking the valley under a huge oak tree.
On her headstone is a little lamb, looking off into the distance. Besides her name it has the title of a song: "Home Free."
Now, Sarah's body lays next to Katie's, under the same tree, sharing the same view.
For all the years of trying again, praying for another child, Sarah's spirit is now dancing with Katie, bathed in the Glorious Light and Love that is in the presence of our Lord. They're both happy now. Sarah has what she always wanted: a child. Her first one.
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6l1kpJ0x5k"]Wayne Watson - Home Free - YouTube[/ame]
On February 11th, 2003, Katherine Carr was born. And died.
My only child.
I remember that day as if it was yesterday. The sights, the sounds, still fresh in my memory.
I was at the church cleaning the sidewalks off when my sister tracked me down. Something was wrong with Sarah and the baby. My pastor and I climbed in my truck and drove to the apartment. I tried to calm Sarah as she was crying, "I don't want to lose my baby!" The pastor made the 911 call.
The ER doctor tried heroically to save Katie. He has forever earned my respect and my gratitude for the efforts he made. But it wasn't enough. Katie's cord prolapsed and she suffocated in the womb.
Sarah delivered Katie just hours later, after being induced. The hospital kept us overnight for monitoring, giving us a private room and wheeling in another bed for me to spend the night.
Katie's funeral was the following weekend. I had just lost my job and Sarah had lost her's shortly before Christmas. The funeral home director donated all his time and only charged us for what he had to pay for: the casket, the plot, the obituary. Sarah's dad helped us out and paid for it.
Katie's casket looked like a little bassinet. It came with a little teddy bear that sits on my TV stand, along with a blanket the ladies' auxiliary from the hospital had made for her. With it sits her baby book. Not much in it, except the little foot and hand prints, her length, her weight and her death certificate.
I have pics in 35mm from a disposable camera the hospital gave us. Sarah and I both holding Katie, dressing her in her gown. A few weeks ago I finally took those the camera shop around the corner to get them digitized so that I can make copies to give to family, so that if something happens to my originals, the copies will live on.
Sarah wanted a plot in the cemetery with a view, hopefully near a tree. I chose one that sits on a hilltop overlooking the valley under a huge oak tree.
On her headstone is a little lamb, looking off into the distance. Besides her name it has the title of a song: "Home Free."
Now, Sarah's body lays next to Katie's, under the same tree, sharing the same view.
For all the years of trying again, praying for another child, Sarah's spirit is now dancing with Katie, bathed in the Glorious Light and Love that is in the presence of our Lord. They're both happy now. Sarah has what she always wanted: a child. Her first one.
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6l1kpJ0x5k"]Wayne Watson - Home Free - YouTube[/ame]
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