May has
always been my favorite month even before the birth of my first child. Maybe it was because it was always warm, but
not too hot. Maybe it was because there
were always so many beautiful flowers in bloom or the fact that school was
nearly out. I really do not know why I
always loved May so much.
My oldest
son’s first birthday was on my first Mother’s Day. How special is that? Now that I am older May has become my
bittersweet month. One of my favorite
cousin’s birthday was in May and he died last year. Some years ago my beloved father died on May
21st a date I always loved.
When I was
young I proclaimed May 21st as my favorite day of the year. I remembered that even after my father died,
so it became a day of sadness and a day of hope, because of how special it had
been to me.
This year,
May 21st will become one of the most poignant days of my life,
because it was the day my precious great granddaughter, Avery Grace, was
due. She died an intrauterine death in
February.
So, as May
approaches I hope that I can remember what a spectacular month it is and I hope
that I can celebrate my son’s birthday with unabashed joy. I hope that I can see the beauty of May and
that the many good things about the month will serve to give me hope amidst my
sorrow.
I pray for
my grandchildren who lost their baby daughter, and for the rest of us who loved
her so much. I picture my father in
heaven holding her and rocking her along with my baby brother, who only lived
three days.
I am reminded
of the love and sacrifice of our Savior Jesus Christ who lived, died, rose from
the tomb after three days so that all who believe in him and the Father may
have eternal life and be extremely blessed with the hope of being reunited with
our loved ones someday.
© Patty F.
Cooper, April 28th, 2015, Elizabethton, Tennessee
All Rights Reserved 
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