August 15, 2011
Monday morning and this is one of those days you don't want to have, but glad to be here to write about the learning experience. Stacy, our daughter had a miscarriage on Thursday, the eleventh of August, the day she was going to find out if her baby was a boy or a girl. She and the rest of us couldn't believe it when the doctor told her, there was not heartbeat. But at 7:00 P.M. at the hospital that night they started the first of two of the liquids that would start the baby to be born. At 7:00 A.M. Enzo was delivered, a beautiful boy with all of his fingers, toes, eyes, nose, ears and mouth. The only problem was his left side. The shoulder, arm and leg did not seem to be forming as properly as the right.
They chose not to do an autopsy, but did decide to have a funeral for him. He only weighed 3 oz. and was about 9 inches long.
On Friday at 2:00 p.m. in the American Fork Cemetery Enzo's parents, Abbie, Grandparents, Beal, and Uncle Claudio and Aunt Claudia and Eber were there. Daddy Nicolas Dedicated the grave, and then he and Uncle Claudio physically buried you in your little tiny casket.
It was a sad, but beautiful day. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, the flowers were radiant and people there loved you and were anxious for the day when they would be able to see you again.
Now we have pictures and memories and faith to go on until that day and faith in Jesus Christ until we meet again.
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