Then, on St. Patrick's Day, Grandma went into premature labor. I believe she was in her 2nd trimester. They called the doctor, but things happened too quickly, and there was nothing they could do to save him.
He passed away before his birth. Grandma saw that he was a boy. Things were so different back then. They never named him, and Grandma was never able to properly grieve. Because he was born on St Patrick's Day, my mom started referring to him as Patrick. If I could send a message to my dear Uncle Patrick in heaven, this is what I would say:
You may or may not know who I am, but I know you. You had a very short life, but your world was my grandma. That's a pretty sweet world. All you knew in life was the warmth and love of your mother's womb. Then, you suddenly went from her womb to the warm loving arms of Jesus. You stayed in her heart, though. Your life has been celebrated for all these years. Since your birth, Grandma gave birth to one more boy and four girls. You are also uncle to 13 nieces and nephews, and I am carrying your 37th great niece/nephew! She's a girl. We're naming her Evangeline Emma.
Our first baby didn't make it to our arms either. I don't know if I was carrying a girl or a boy, but I felt like it was a girl, and we named her Faith. I immediately felt an even stronger bond with both my grandmothers when I was going through that. They had both lost babies. They gave me comfort and strength during that dark time. Have you met Faith? I think about what she's doing up in heaven often. I bet you're a really fun uncle to her.
We all miss you. You are so loved. I am so glad God blessed this family with you.
Your loving niece,
|I love her style in this one. She's the cutie on the left.|