I Never Asked Her What Her Name Was

Or the name they picked out. I never met her. I didn't know her. I just happened to come across her picture while scrolling through you-tube videos. Her twenty-something-year-old face looked well beyond its years.

Her husband and she were pictured sitting on a hospital bed. A little bundle of what was supposed to be joy was being held by the dad. His hoodie was pulled over his face, she was clearly crying. I don’t know what compelled me to comment but I did. I typed I'm so sorry. But then that seemed so lame. I had to move on, I was choked up.

Another day as I pondered through you-tube again, a message came up. It was a different post I saw her face in again. She was truly beautiful. Forever After All by Luke Combs was the song. Her husband had penned her pictures to that country song. I don’t know why but I felt compelled to leave a comment, but I did.

I told him to treat her as if she were a fine piece of glass. Her heart has been ripped apart by another. Believe in her, cherish her listen to her breath in and out and most of all give her love that she can hold onto physically and mentally. Within an hour, a reply had been posted.

He wrote: Seems like you’ve known her your whole life because everything that you just said is true!!!!!!!

I typed back: I’m just a good ole grandma who’s been there.

Then he typed back: Yes ma’am, I surely will do just that.

Their baby was born asleep.

She messaged me.

Please be patient with me.

You see, I lost a child.

And while it might

seem like a long time to you

It is every day for me.

My heart cries for her.

Her world has officially turned into a blur.

We tell her time will heal all wounds, but this is a big slash in the heart.

Could she use this as a reason to depart?

She says I’ll be ok one day, but not today.

And for this and for her I will pray.

I never asked her name, but I won’t soon forget her.

Thank you for reading!