This was a good challenge for me today. Today, April 21, is Judah's birthday, and he would be turning 14 if he was here. He died 48 hours after being born, on April 23, and his funeral was April 26.
Upper text:
I lay in dust life's glory dead,And from the ground there blossoms redLife that shall endless be.George Matheson
Lower journaling:
At Judah's funeral, there were flowers, mostly white and yellow. They were beautiful, and the pastels were to be expected for a baby. But my sister Tabitha brought lovely red roses, which were my favorite. They represent Judah's vibrant, eternal life, which wasn't ended, only separated from mine for a time.
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