Somehow the loss of a child can be more difficult than the loss of a loved one that’s lived a long and complete life. Perhaps that’s due in part to the loss of what might have been.
Questions are asked at a time like this. Questions like: Why do sad things happen in life? Why do children die? If there is a loving God, why is there be sorrow and misery, especially among the innocent and helpless? Surely God, the great Creator, could prevent such sorrow. Where is the God of miracles? Why raise the daughter of Jarius from the dead (Luke 8:41-56), but not my daughter? Why heal the blind, the lame, sick, but not heal Amelia? (e.g. Matthew 4:23-24, 3 Nephi 17:6-9) I do not know all the reasons Marinda and I face this challenge. But, I do know that we can choose how we deal with it. Each can choose their response and reaction. While there wasn’t a miracle of healing for Amelia, I can remember other miracles. Is not life in and of itself a miracle? Isn’t it miraculous that the combination of two cells can produce a new life, a new person? Is it not miraculous that birth goes “right” as often as it does? Is it not miraculous that I have three other children running around the house – doing the things that children do from showing unconditional love and tenderness to terrorizing the house with crayons to growing and developing from a helpless infant to a fully functional adult? In its own way, it is a miracle that Marinda and I could have the brief experience we had with Amelia, with Hope. (The God That Doest Wonders)