There have been so many friends and family who have offered up so much amazing comfort and encouragement during this time. I thought some of this could help others who have gone through the same thing. I think that Bryan's dad got sick of not being able to hold his grandchild so God gave him his very own to hold.
Another friend gave me an excerpt from the book "heaven is for real". It is about an astounding four year olds trip to heaven and back. He had gone in for an emergency surgery and when he woke up he had the most amazing story about how he had left his body. He authenticated the claim by describing exactly what his parents were doing in another part of the hospital while he was being operated on. He talked of visiting heaven and relayed stories told to him by people he met there whom he had never met in life, sharing events that had happened even before he was born. Here is an expert that brought me to tears, so worth the time to read it:
"one evening in October, I was sitting in the kitchen table, working in a sermon. Sonja was around the corner in the living room, working on business books, processing job tickets, and sorting through payables. Cassiebplayed barbie dolls at her feet. I heard Coltons footsteps passing up the hallway and caught a glimpse of him circling the couch, where he planted himself directly in front of Sonja."mommy, I have two sisters," Colton saidI our downy pen. Sonja didn't. She kept on working.Colton repeated himself. "Mommy, I have two sisters."Sonja looked up from her paperwork and shook her head slightly. "No, you have your sister Cassie, and.... Do you mean your cousin Traci?""No." Colton clipped off the word adamantly. "I have two sisters. You had a baby die in your tummy, didn't you?"At that moment, time stopped in the Burpo household, and Sonjas eyes grew wide. Just a few seconds before, Colton had been trying unsuccessfully to get his Mom to listen to him. Now, even from the kitchen table, I could see that he had her undivided attention. "Who told you that I had a baby die in my tummy?" Sonja said, her tone serious."she did, mommy. She said she died in you tummy."Then Colton turned and started to walk away. He had said what he had to say and was ready to move on. But after the bomb he'd just dropped, Sonja was just getting started. Before our son could get around the couch, Sonjas voice rang out in an all-hands-on-deck red alert. "Colton Todd Burpo, you get back here Ruhr now!"Colton spun around a d caught my eye. His face said, what did I just do?I knew what my wife had to be feeling. Losing that baby was the most painful event of her life. We had explained it to Cassie; she was older. But we hadn't told Colton, judging the topic a bit beyond a four year olds capacity to understand. From the table, I watched quietly as emotional rioted across Sonjas face.A bit nervously, Colton slunk back around the couch and faced his mom again, this time much more warily. "it's okay, Mommy," he said. "she's okay. God adopted her."Sonja slid off the couch and knelt down in front of Colton so that she could look him in the eyes. "Don't you mean Jesus adopted her?" she said."No, Mommy. His Dad did!"Sonja turned and looked at me. In that moment, she later tod me, she was trying to stay calm, but she was overwhelmed. Our baby...was-is a girl,she thought.Sonja focused on Colton, and I could hear the effort it took to steady her voice. "So what did she look like."" She looked slot like Cassie," Colton said. "She is just a little bit smaller, and shehas dark hair."Sonjas dark hair.as I watched, a blend of pain and joy played across my wife's face. Cassie and Colton have my blonde hair. She had even jokingly complained to me before," I carry these kids for nine mo this, and they both come outlooking like you!" now there was a child who looked like her. A daughter. I saw the first hint of moisture glint in my wife's eyes.Now Colton wentn on without prompting. "In heaven, this little girl ran up to me, she wouldn't stop hugging me," he said in a tone that clearly indicated he didn't enjoy all this hugging from a girl."Maybe, she was just hPpy that someone from her family was there," Sonja offered. "Girls hug. When we are happy, we hug."Colton didn't seem convinced.Sonjas eyes lit up and she asked, " What was her name?" what was the little girls name?Colton seemed to forget all the yucky girl hugs for a moment. "She doesn't have a name. You guys didn't name her."How did he know that?"You're right, Colton," Sonja said. "We didn't even know she was a she."Then Colton said something thatbstill rings in my ears; "Yeah, she said she just cant wait for you and Daddy to get to heaven."From the kitchen table, I could see Sonj was barely holding it together. she gave Colton a kiss and told him he could go play. And when he left the room, tears spilled over her cheeks."Our baby is okay," she whispered. "Our baby is okay."From that moment on, the wound from one of the most painful episodes in our lives, losing a child we wanted very much,began to heal. For me, losing the baby was a terrible blow. But Sonja had tod me that to her, the miscarriage not only seared her heT with grief, but it also felt like a personal failure."You do all the right things, eat all the right things, and you pray for the baby's health, but still this tiny baby dies inside you." she had once tod me. " I feel guilty. I know in my mind that it wasn't my fault, but theres still guilt."We had wanted to believe that our unborn child had gone to heaven. Even though the Bible is largely silent on this point, we had accepted it on faith. But now, we had an eyewitness: a daughter we had never met was waiting eagerly for us in eternity. From then in, Sonja and I began to joke about who would get to heaven first. There were several reasons she had always wanted to outlive me. For one thing, a pastors wife has to put up with being used as a sermon illustration a lot. If I died first, she's always told me, shed finally get to tell the congregation all her stories about me.But now Sonja had a reason for wNting to reach heaven first. When she was pregnant with the child we lost, we had picked out a boys name-Colton-but we never could agree on a name for a little girl. I liked Kelsey, she liked Caitlin, and neither of us would budge. But now that we know our little girl doesn't have a name yet, we constantly tell each other, "I'm going to beat you to heaven to name her first!"