And yet, everyone was talking about her. How tragic her story was. A young mother, expecting her third child. She had two older boys, and this baby would be her first girl. There were lots of happy expectations. No one suspected that anything would go wrong.
She had a young, fresh face. Petite. Slim. Active. Taught traditional Filipino dance to the children. All cut short. The baby girl was born. Unfortunately, four hours later, she was gone. She was 36 years old.
There was speculation as to what had happened. They just know there was a lot of bleeding. A baby girl will never know her mother. Two young boys will grow up without their mother. A distraught husband, who keeps expecting to see his wife walk through the door with the baby, is left to watch after his young family alone.
I stumbled upon her baby registry earlier today. Glancing at all the pink-themed items, one could see they were preparing for the joyous arrival of an eagerly-awaited baby girl. All I could feel was sadness.
I ask your prayers for the repose of the soul of this young mother... for the well-being of her three children, especially for the baby girl who was just born... and for the young widower.
Requiem aeternam dona ei, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat ei. Requiescat in pace. Amen.
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