My grandparents owned a mortuary when I was younger. I used to talk to my Grandma about death sometimes, because she was really comfortable with the subject. She said the only time she struggled with death is when it came out of order — the young dying before the old.
Being out of order is what makes losing Sloane so hard. I am supposed to take care of her, but now I have to let her take care of me. She is now my elder in the faith.
Imagining Sloane with her sister and Our Lady in heaven is the most comforting thing I can think of. But a dear woman who reached out to me made this thought even more comforting. She said I've accomplished everything I need to, because our job is to get our children to heaven. This is our end goal, anyway. And now Sloane is there, and her job is to get me to heaven with the rest of her family.
So what can I do for my sweet baby girl now? Get the rest of us to heaven to be with her.
