Bad Things Happen To Good People

A Friend of mine posted this note on her blog and when I read it I got goose bumps. It helps me to look at things a little different. I just wanted to share. So thank you (you know who you are) for writing something so precious.

Immediately after (my son) died I found myself thinking that I must have done something to deserve this.
That I must have deserved punishment and I was being punished for something.
I ran through all the different reasons in my own head of why I might be chosen to be punished and tortured like this.
And then at some point it came to me.
I wasn’t being punished.
How could being the mother of such a beautiful tiny child be considered a punishment?
And as I look around me (figuratively speaking) I see so many other women, good women, compassionate women, loving women, going through the same torture.
It can’t possibly be a punishment for wrongdoing.
And I have come to believe that we were chosen, to be the mothers of these babies that were not destined to live on this earth with us, because we are strong. We are loving. And we will love these little lost children for the rest of our lives, and honour them in every way we can.
So yes, we were chosen. But not because we were bad people.
Rather, because we are good people.
Because we have it in us to honour these little people in the best way.
It takes an incredible woman to lose their child, and still love and honour them every single day.