Imagine being a small girl around the age of 6, in a fancy little dress, staring down at a cement circle with your family in a graveyard. Imagine you were told you had a sister that you had never met and never will. Imagine a life filled with brothers, boisterous, adventurous, and altheletic. Imagine being a girl, but always striving to be as fast, as good, and as strong as your brothers. Imagine being a mother losing her first child, in a long and arduous labor.
I would be a very different person, if Sarah Jane had lived. I can't imagine the pain, confusion, and guilt my mother had carried in her heart during a time little was known about carrying a still born child. I can't be heartless to say, I am glad I did not have a sister, I just know I would not have did the things I have done, traveled the places I have been, and dreamed to reach a higher mountain if she was my living sister. I would never have met my soul mate, David.
I just have to know that God knew best for her, for me, and for my husband. I am glad her name will live on in a custom creation made by a loving master shipwright, whose heart is buried underneath his gruff, and rough exterior. We will enjoy taking Sarah Jane fishing.
