After arriving home yesterday from New Orleans, I received a phone call with the very sad news that Baby Cate had passed away earlier in the afternoon.
Amazingly, Charlie's blog last night was titled "Hope Filled". And though it didn't have any information about Cate's death, those of us who knew the news already are struck yet again with the unshakable faith he and Ali possess.
I, on the other hand, could hardly bear the thought of their baby dying and didn't even allow myself to think about it much until last night after we'd put the kids to bed. Jason and I lie in bed and he listened to me sob uncontrollably with every ounce of my being. My head knows that each of us is here for a purpose; and my head knows that Catherine Francis Cantrell's purpose has been filled. But my heart cannot grasp that her parents are going to be spending today and tomorrow (her father's 30th birthday) making funeral arrangements for their 7-month-old baby. And explaining to Cate's brother and sister that she won't be coming home with them, but instead going home to her Father. My heart feels reprieve when I think about what awaits this tiny being in the afterlife, but is again saddened when I think about her family having to move on with their lives until it is their time to meet her again.
My brother, Ryan, also lost a friend, Corey Stelly, this week in a car accident. His funeral is today and he leaves behind a wife and a 4-month-old baby.
It's a very sad week indeed.
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