An angel.

Today started off a little strange. 

I was more tired than usual and had to absolutely drag myself out of bed. I forgot to eat breakfast and went through the whole morning with a grumbly stomach while dealing with an overly emotional 3-year-old girl.

Then it happened.

Out of nowhere, the world kind of stopped. My sister, my life-long best friend, and a huge part of my heart woke up to her 3-week-old son cold in her arms. The rest of my day was a blur of feelings, emotions, and interactions until I heard her voice on the phone telling me she loved me and wanted to see me. Her voice shaking and breaking brought me back to reality. This wasn't just a baby somewhere far away. This was my nephew. My sister's son. My family's pain. This wasn't something that I could feel discomfort about and then it was gone. This was something that was going to last forever.

Sometimes life isn't fair. Sometimes inconceivable things happen to people who don't deserve it, people who already have a difficult life as it is. Sometimes hardship falls on those who can't handle it. Sometimes hardship falls into the hands of those who can handle it, because others in the world can't. My sister is one of those people who can handle the burdens of the world; she is the strongest person I know.

I wish I could be there for her more than anything; to comfort her, to tell her what I know and that she'll be with Isaac again someday. That a precious baby left her side, but an angel watches over her from above now. As sad as it is to see a beautiful soul leave this earth and the sadness it brings to my family, I know that Heavenly Father needed him home more than we did.

I can't wait to meet you someday, baby Isaac, my beautiful nephew. We miss you too much already.