I seem to forget much of what I am suppose to do.
My daughter Daniella and her daughter Shiarn have been staying over and keeping me company.
It made me feel so sad to see a picture of her third son Matteo, who only lived nine days.
He died on Christmas eve, 1998.
What a hard time, on a holiday season, to say goodbye to a little one.
Today as we sat and talked I asked her what became of his ashes??
"They are in the top of my wardrobe mum," she told me.
"One day they'll be buried with me."
She spoke so naturally.... Oh how my heart went out to her.
As a mother, I want to protect her from hurts.
I think of the many times she has moved house, and how often she must lovingly secured those remains..
She always remembers him and keeps him close.
Just as our Heaven Father does with all of us.
"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,
neither the present nor the future, nor any powers,
neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation,
will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."Romans 8:38-39