I dreamed this morning that we were in a big house and Julie's kids and mine were popping up out of bed here and there and Philip's happy voice cried out from another room, "It's time to wake up!". I woke up feeling normal then remembered he was gone.
I felt a heavy weight crush my chest and screamed without making a single sound.
I raised my hands up out of the bed and moaned in silence.
Thistle had a little doeling last night and Julie got to see it, newborn and wet. She is healthy and looks just like her daddy, Willy.
I am going to have a cup of coffee and go milk Coco.
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I've been stunned and speechless since I heard yesterday. My heart goes out to you and the children.
I've hesitated to call, as your house is probably full of relatives and I don't want to intrude.
Friends in the Farmers group want to help out in any way. Please let me know what needs to be done in a practical way and I'll see to it.
I will put some sort of memorial message on the Farmers blog and announce the funeral if that's okay.
When my son died, it was the farm and the needs of the animals that gave us the incentive to put one foot in front of the other and move. I know it will be the same for you, friend.
Ginger, I just heard today about Philip--my heart goes out to you and your children. I'm praying for peace and comfort for you all.
Continuing to cover you in prayer.
Continuing to ask our Father for peace, comfort, strength and provision for your family.
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