Yesterday a friend came over to comfort me. She respectfully waited a month since my daughter's death to give me space, she said.
Then she continued to explain that God only makes perfect, so she explained in her words that my daughter must not have been perfect and He knew it. That is why he took her. I WISH I could have done or said something beyond standing there in shock and tears.
This is what I wanted to say. My daughter is the most beautiful perefct thing I have ever known! How can you stand there and profess to be perfect, yet say this to a mother who is simply staring you back in tears. How does that make you the perfect that you speak about?
I know I am flawed, human. But one of those human instincts tells me that my stillborn daughter was and is perect.