Today, I went to the funeral for the infant daughter of one of my co-workers. She had had twins, a boy and a girl, who were born premature. The daughter contracted some kind of nasty intestinal infection and died last Sunday. She was only five weeks old. Fortunately, her brother Devin is doing fine.
My mother had sevral miscarriages before she gave birth to me, and she had one daughter, Susan Carol, who lived about four hours. I was thinking of my sister Susan during the ceremony.
A co-worker dropped me off at the office, where Mark is coming to pick me up, so I had time to read the funeral program. There is a poem on the program that made me cry all over again. It was talking about the baby being an angel. I had had similar thoughts when I first found out she had died, but I dismissed them as being too sappy.
Right now, I don't care how sappy it is. I'm just sad that Destiny Anderson's parents have lost her.