The newborn baby of a dear friend died on Friday.
She was born three weeks ago. But her birth was extremely traumatic, resulting in brain damage so severe that her body more or less shut down.
I'm not going to write a lot about this here, at least not right now, but this weekend I was with my friends, her parents, and with the baby's body. I sat with her for much of last night, and she was buried--a green burial, so no casket or embalming--this morning.
It was the first time I'd seen a dead body.
Seeing a dead body is not scary.
At three o'clock this morning I felt it as an honor, to be allowed to sit with her in the stillness of the night. She was very cold. I sat for a while in the early dawn with my hand on her brow, just to make her a little bit warmer.
Her skin darkened and settled visibly in the night.
My friends are not okay, not right now, but they're strong, and they will be.
And I can't stop thinking about my own little boy, and how impossibly hard it would be to say goodbye to him.
Rest in peace and love, little one. Peace, peace to your parents, who are so good. Love to all.
I'm canceling class tomorrow. I need sleep and some time to be still.