They showed this on Channel 6 this morning.
Made me cry. I didn’t sob, but if G-Man hadn’t been eating breakfast next to me, I probably would have.
Yeah, I know. I’m an easy crier. 🙂 I’m not crying for the baby. That baby girl went straight to Jesus’s arms, so what’s to cry about? I am crying for the mama whose baby died, and then she had to move away. Oh, how that must have hurt her heart.
The baby was born/died in 1906, one hundred six years ago. I wonder if the mama lived a long life with lots of happy, laughing children around her? I hope so.
I wonder if she always mourned that sweet baby girl? I hope so.
I wonder, when she grew old and bent, if she wanted to go back to Eldorado, Oklahoma, to be buried near her baby girl? I hope so.
AND I hope when that mama got to Heaven, she went straight into Jesus’s arms and found her baby girl, still nestled there.
I don’t write historical romances, but if I did, I’d have to include this story in one. And if I did, I’m pretty sure I’d still have to cry.