Sunday, September 27, 2009

My Mountain


On Thursday Bryan was out servicing a pool close to Gold Canyon (where we had lived for the past 5 years before moving back into town in April), and asked me if I would bring him some chlorine tablets that he had accidentally left. So Tate and I got to enjoy the nice 25 minute drive out to the base of the Superstition Mountains.

Driving closer to the mountain brought back LOTS of memories. I couldn't stop thinking about Hannah. She was my first baby. Hannah had anencephaly (meaning she didn't develop a brain). There was no chance of survival for her, and she was stillborn back in 2003. I was 5 months pregnant. Hannah was cremated and her ashes were sprinkled in the Superstition Mountains. Ever since that time the Superstition Mountains were really "My Mountain".

Tate recently learned the story of his "almost" sister. So as we drove together and gazed upon the mountain, he had a million questions about Hannah. He even shed a tear or two.

Losing Hannah has been hard (for all of us). But I'm confident that things happen for a reason. I believe that trials are what we make of them-if we approach them wisely, then we can actually grow and be strengthened from them. Which in turn can lead to happiness.

I'm so grateful for "My Mountain", and most importantly what it reminds me of.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for sharing. I don't think we ever heard that story. We know from experience and having heard other people talk about it that not being able to have children can be just as hard as losing one during pregnancy.

    Congratulations for pressing forward and now you have little brother Tate!

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