Today I attended a funeral for an infant who died in his mother. He never saw the world as we know it. He never got to meet us all. We never got to see him.
I cried and prayed for his little soul and for his parents and brother as soon as I got the news. I sent my love and prayers to his parents. I was happy to go to his funeral and help his family in any way that I could.
The thing I didn't understand was how so many others in our family felt differently than I did. So many didn't go to the funeral or had to be drug along. They would come up with every excuse they could think of so they didn't have to go. I didn't know what to say. How could they not go. Yes, it was sad. Yes, it is hard to face his parents at such a sad time for them. I try so hard not to judge those who didn't come. The only thing that keeps going through my head is how selfish they are. I don't want to think bad about them, but I am struggling with this.
How should I handle this? What advice can anyone give me? I am at a point in my life I never imagined. I want to become closer to God and behave the way he wants me to, but I don't know how I will face all those people who chose not to go. Do I pretend it didn't bother me? I just don't know. He had only a hand full of people at his funeral. Maybe this is my way of getting all my frustrations out. I know that I will pray for them as well as this family who had such a heart breaking loss. What more can I do? Thank you for reading this. Not many people will read this post just because it is about the death of an infant and is so sad.