Stay True. Stay You.

Comfort. One word. Big meaning. I find comfort in knowing that people literally trust me with their lives. What I mean is that they are comfortable enough to share every raw detail or their life in hopes that I will have the answers they're looking for in return. Of course I want to say yes, that I can do that for them, and I usually can. But. And I mean a big BUT, that's not always the case. Which leads me to my Rachel. Mind you this is my friend who wouldn't dare smash a fly or can't handle confrontation from an angry customer. 

On September 18, 2013, Rachel and her husband welcomed a sweet little boy named Michael Anthony. But, for only a short 100 minutes. 100 minutes Rachel got to breathe in the same air as her little boy and watch the life she created live. As a parent, I couldn't tell you what I would do. The second your bundle of joy lays on your chest the entire world stops spinning and the whole room goes white and the sound is mute. In those 5 seconds you feel the life you made welcome itself in this big ol world. Nothing in the world matters. The world stands still except for your crying baby. But then there's Michael. Barely any lungs and no shot at life or a chance at survival. How do you grasp those words without wanting to shatter into 400 pieces? You can't. I'm never thankful for someone dying but I am thankful to know Michael's parents and to be apart of his life as he forever lives on. I don't see things the same, I don't react to things the same, I'm not even the same. All because of an impact made by a newborn baby in only 100 minutes at that. 

How do you help a friend cope with the loss of their own child? How do you promise her worries will be gone when being a parent is the greatest gift anyone can receive? How do you give answers when you have no idea what they could possibly be? You can't. You can't at all. You trust the lords path, his timing, and his words and you hope and pray that in time the pain eases. I wish I had answers. I wish I had reasons. 

Knowing little Michael survived even for one hour and fourty minutes when that was said to be impossible brings joy to my heart. My big Michael did his job. He listened to my prayers and he let Rachel and AJ feel the love that only a child can give. 

My only hope is that it doesn't take such a tragedy to make you change your viewpoints and outlooks. Don't ever judge someone or hurt anyone. You never know what kind of battle they could be fighting. Little Michael changed everyone. People he didn't even know. 

That's a miracle in itself y'all. 

So no, I don't have all the answers and not a soul will but I know in time all wounds are healed, not sealed completely, but healing. More & more everyday. God needed little Michael more than Rachel. Maybe to play catch with my Michael. Who would ever know. 

Until we meet in heaven my Michaels... Rest so easy in so much peace <3