When I lost my sweet angel at 21 weeks inutero, it was *the* worst thing that has ever happened to me. I was in a very dark place following my loss, but Cathy reached out to me, talked with me, cried with me, and prayed for me, at a time when she should have only been enjoying her pregnancy, after having suffered the loss of her own little angel. Even though it must have hurt tremendously, and caused her to shed more tears from her "bowl of grief," (she has a wonderful way with words), she put her heartache aside, walked me through my grief and helped me to the path of my own healing. I don't think she really understands the extent of what she did for me and what she means to me. Cathy, I can never thank you enough for being there for me at the darkest time of my life. I'll never forget you, nor forget your wonderful words and the lessons they taught me. And ya never know....your Elizabeth and my Mackenzie may just be, right at this very moment, cuddled together in Jesus' arms and giggling in that soft, sweet way that only babies can do. I love you, Cathy.
God bless us both,
Sherry
