Suffering is hard. It’s not only hard for the sufferers, but for those who are willing to descend into the abyss out of love. My children were able to come and grieve in their own way for Mercy. It was a sweet time of saying goodbye to their sister.
Karie’s mom was the first to hold Mercy when they arrived. She said that she had been praying she would have the chance to hold her baby granddaughter. She said over and over again how Mercy was so beautiful.
I then brought Mercy over to Rylee. She hesitated for a brief moment, but then fully embraced her sister in love.
Sammy then had the chance to hold Mercy. I took a few pictures of them but none really are fitting to post.
Ali scooped up Mercy in her arms and began smelling her and kissing her on the head.
Ali and Rylee hugged and comforted one another.
This is our last picture as a family of seven.
Here is Karie and I mourning the loss of Mercy right after the delivery. The pictures don’t do justice to the level of emotion and trauma during this time.
On a lighter note. Here are some snapshots of our special little girl Mercy. Thank you all so much.