Kidspath

Jeff took Hannah and Sarah camping (with his sister and her family) Friday night  into Saturday last weekend.  In a tent.  It rained. 

I should end this post now.  His camping trip lasted about that long.  Hannah and Sarah were not impressed, but I think that was always their intention toward this trip.  We are not big campers.  Emily and I stayed back and cuddled.  We reclined, ate, watched TV, and chilled out.  Happy times for us as the rest of the pack attempted to live off the land.  Let's just say they came back on the early side.  It was always going to be a short trip because Sunday we wanted to attend the memorial service KidsPath holds for its families. 

It was beautiful.  It really is a wonderful place.  I can't say enough how thankful I am  for them walking us through last year.  Without KidsPath and our awesome pediatrician, we would have probably had to put Abby in the hospital for her final days.  That would have broken my heart, so I am forever grateful for them.

The memorial began in the chapel where Abby's primary nurse lit a candle for her, then a choir sang a beautiful song. My IPhone pics are a little grainy, but I still want to include them.

 Then we walked over to the fountain where we placed water lily's in honor of our children.

Hannah placed ours.

We went inside for a reception and to paint tiles that will be a permanent part of KidsPath. The colors will be much brighter when after it's cooked.  Weird sentence.

I love this one with me helping Emily paint

Sarah made this one.  Very artistic, I think.

The rest of us worked on this.  The blocks are Lego's, Abby's favorite.

The will be fired and glazed, then placed in the hall.  I love them and can't wait to see the finished product.

After the tiles, we went to the garden where a metal sculptor made a butterfly for Abby and all of the other little ones that went to Heaven. 

It was a beautiful day, and a nice way to remember our sweet Abby.  This weekend we will visit her grave, and bring some bright flowers for spring. 

It's been about a year since we began with KidsPath, and a perfect time for me to see the nurses again.  Sometimes when I am alone with my thoughts it's hard to remember that a place existed where we felt like the best thing for Abby was to let go.  When I miss her so much, it doesn't seem like it could have been real.  A conversation with the one's who walked that road with us helps me to know that we still would have been at the same memorial, no matter what we did. 
We tried to let go with as much love, dignity, and respect for her as possible, and I hope and pray everyday that we did exactly that.

He heals the brokenheartedAnd binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3 (nkj)