I read Winetta Nguyen’s Oct. 8 article “Ask me his name” and mourn with her as only another mother who lost her first child can.

Our Julia Anne was born Nov. 3, 1956. We were 21 and 22 years old and had been married almost three years. She was a healthy 6lb., 3oz. when, on Dec. 13, at six weeks old, during the night she forgot to breathe, and life as we knew it ended!

I’m sure my screams as I picked up that tiny stone-cold body echoed through the city. The tears those next weeks only ended when the medication took over.

I feel I might be sobbing still if it were not for the sermon Father Campbell at Our Lady of Sorrows Church gave at her funeral. In short, he said, “All of us are born for only one reason – to love, honour, and serve God in this world and to be happy with him forever in the next. This baptized child has gotten to heaven in six short weeks. As long as we live, we may never get there. Julia has attained paradise in six short weeks.”

So Winetta and Johnathan, take consolation in knowing that Daxin joins Julia, cousin baby Desiree, our godchild Jennifer, and so many other infants who died in God’s good grace and is spending all eternity safe in the arms of Jesus.

Therese Wiwchar
Burnaby