Another Hannah Rose

I am clearing out photos on my phone since I'm running out of space (hello 16,000 pictures... gulp). I came across this one below that I took last Summer. It was taken at Augusta Memorial Park, the cemetery in Waynesboro, Virginia where my grandparents (dad's parents) are laid to rest and where sweet baby Ryleigh Grace is as well. I visited the "Babyland" part of the cemetery (literally where all the babies are laid to rest) with my grandmother and brother one day when we were driving around the area exploring and Adam wanted to see our grandparent's stone. As I looked at all the baby stones, I wondered about their stories and their families. Here is a baby girl, with one date on her headstone, possibly meaning she was stillborn like Lily. And she shares my name, Hannah Rose. It makes me heart go out a little extra to the family. She should have just turned 14 a few weeks ago. My parents had their Hannah Rose grow up and this family had to put their Hannah Rose in the ground. I will never know why God allowed me to be born alive to grow up in a world where it is truly a miracle to survive the womb (for many different reasons these days). But I pray I live my life with gratitude for each breath, each moment, each day. I hope to meet this girl who shares my name one day when I get Home. 🌹❤️