tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240686724836354179.post7104963581677985779..comments2022-03-25T02:55:23.327-07:00Comments on Sage Lawrence Eldredge: How do you plan your baby's funeral?Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15762473398562402844noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240686724836354179.post-44075783609378153502010-04-18T20:55:52.631-07:002010-04-18T20:55:52.631-07:00Oh Crystal, what a huge mountain to had to climb. ...Oh Crystal, what a huge mountain to had to climb. His program and slide show were beautiful. Be Still My Soul is one of my favorite songs, it's just one of those songs that really speaks to your soul. When the men stood and sang The Army of Helaman (I can never remember the real title either) I had the most profound spiritual experience I've had in a long time. My soul was pierced...oh what a time we're living in right now. The experience I had during that song is carefully tucked away in my heart never to be forgotten. It was an absolutely amazingly beautiful number. I cried the whole time your mom gave the life story, and realized how important journals are, so much came from your very own records. Then when your Dad stood up I lost it completely. I sat in awe of that rough, tough, scrappy cowboy standing before us with a testimony so strong it filled the room. The words he shared were beautiful, (I can't see the screen right now through the tears just thinking about it) full of truth and spoken straight from his aching heart. There are a couple very specific parts that I think about regularly. I will never forget the things whispered to my soul that day never. We love you, and are sending big hugs your way.Mariahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02331674103036940778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5240686724836354179.post-61104324825902341922010-04-18T20:43:28.660-07:002010-04-18T20:43:28.660-07:00You know I have to say that losing Sage was the ha...You know I have to say that losing Sage was the hardest thing I've ever done...Sewing his burial clothing! I have sewn since I was little I sewed wedding gowns at age 17 and my own at 18 but for the life of me I couldn't remember how to thread my machine, read a pattern, or figure out SNAP TAPE! I couldn't see because the tears wouldn't stop coming. Then his life sketch! Oh my...your journals helped and of course we talked for days about every little memory and you would say, "Mom tell them such and such", then the sketch turned into a LONG sketch and I worried and worried about the length. The night before I told you and SPencer my concerns and you read the talk and said, "No give it...All of it...as is!" Spencer said, "That little baby never gave any body ONE moment of trouble not one bit of animosity did he create. This sketch is for him and us so give it as is...I remember looking at the pictures of the funeral and I thought..."Liz you didn't even look sad" then when I looked at them the other night I thought, "Liz you looked awful!" I cry every night...Yes I can imagine how hard planning his funeral must have been and how easy it would be to forgetting how to spell...I forgot how to sew...your brain just dies and grief takes over. <br />The funeral was beautiful and people still talk about the spirit that was felt there. It was a wonderful tribute to 8 perfect months and one perfect little boy.Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15762473398562402844noreply@blogger.com