Easter, again

This Easter was the first time we have been back to the cemetery since Christmastime and since our rainbow boy was born. I expected it to be a little tough, but what triggered the lump in my throat was not our children's graveside, but the one next to it. A new one, a fresh one. I found my thoughts turning to that little one's mother. Who is she? What is her story? Does she have support? What about that baby's Daddy? There at my feet were the resting place of 3 of our own, our rainbow baby full of life, and then this new grave site. We saw some other families there who came to visit their little ones as well and as we talked I saw something so beautiful: smiles. It reminded me that if we allow it, healing DOES come, with time, the Atonement, and a lot of grief-work on our own part. I haven't found the words to capture all I was feeling, but I had this distinct thought: Life goes on. Not that it moves on and there is a forgetting, but that there is so much of life worth living for and that no goodbyes are forever.