Moving On

Well, it is time to move on. As you all know, except my Dear Cousin who I need to talk to, we said goodbye to what would have been on Friday night. It was the most terrible thing that we have endured together thus far, but Jack was by my side through the entire episode which included fainting and chucking along with the usual cramping/contractions and expulsion. Due to Jack's amazing care and attention, we did not have to go to the hospital, (it was touch and go there) and are pretty certain that medical intervention will not be needed. But for those concerned, we are monitoring carefully my condition and temperature.

We don't doubt or regret the hope and faith and trust we held onto over the 3 weeks leading up to the ordeal. As my loving and understanding husband (in his gallant attempt at balanced counsel) stated: "I got the shaft". However, we have resigned that we believe we will likely never know the reason for the "unanswered" prayers. We do not believe there to be a "lesson" in this happening either. And are not really feeling the whole "everything happens for a reason" adage'. Simply, God's thoughts and ways are higher than ours, and there are just some things that we will never understand. If we understood everything, we would be omniscient ourselves, and that would take away from God's Glory.

The main reason for this post, is simply to let anyone interested know that I will be deleting all previous posts in the next few days. I may re-read them one last time for closure. There is no way to archive them that I can find, and I feel strongly that it is time to move onward and upward, with faith and hope intact.

Jack and I both thank our wonderful family and friends for the loving support we felt from you during this awful and tragic time. You each were and are a major part of our sustenance and recovery. May the Lord bless and keep each of you, and may His face shine brightly upon you.

All of our love,
Jack and Brandi