This took place in Michigan at a grave yard that my Mom and Dad are laid to rest at. In the mid 1980's. I always just kind of felt at peace there, (no pun here intended) and would often go to this grave yard to just walk around. When I was real stressed out and look to see what grave was the oldest. The newest people laid to rest to see if I knew them.
I came across the one side of the grave yard where all the babies are buried. They would always make me cry thinking of all these innocent little lives that, the Lord took to Heaven to help him out with spiritual Angels.
I was walking between the graves at the names of these little Angels. I just happen to step on a grave and down my foot went. Now I was frighten the grave sank into the ground. And when I went to pull my foot out, which was I would say just over my ankle, would not come out as if something was holding onto me. I looked down to expect to see a tiny hand grasping my leg, but I seen nothing.
My heart is in over drive beating so hard and fast. I looked down at that grave and said a prayer for this little Angel that was an infant just days old that died. The grasp let go of my leg and I took off out of there into my car and vowed I would not return there ever.
That last for a few days staying away. When I got to sleep at night I went back to this grave to this little Angel. This baby was trying to get my attention for some reason. I would wake up crying. So one day I went back to this same little grave. For some reason I could not stay away from this grave I kept going back and saying prayers and going back and saying prayers for this baby.
In the day time I could not stop thinking about this baby. That this baby needed something, but I could not figure out what it could be. It had a head stone that said the babies name on it and birth and death. It was recently new and did tell the funeral home it came from.
So I went to the funeral home talked to the director and said "I know your going to think I am insane but..." And I told him what happen the first day I was at the grave yard, and the dreams I kept having and I felt that the baby needed me for some reason.
He told me that did not surprise him in his business he has seen, heard and felt a lot and that was not a surprise. He told me he could not tell me anything else about this baby without the consent of the parents or at least the Mother of this baby. I told him I understood. He did say he would contact her and see what she said. I said okay.
Sometime later he called me up. The Mother didn't care that I knew what happen to her baby but she didn't want her name known. I said great when can I come by. Later that afternoon he met me at the grave of this tiny baby. I held flowers in my hand to put on the grave as it had none on it.
The funeral director told me that the Mother of this child, never wanted this child, never held this child in her arms. And that this child died from "SIDS". Tears are dripping down my face into the ground where this baby was laying. It felt like a flood of tears (still teary eyed now writing this) coming down my face. I asked the funeral director to hold the flowers he did. I bent down to the open hole in the grave where my shoe went through, and lifted this baby out (in my mind) and cradled this tiny baby in my arms. While I sang to this baby I love you and that you will not be forgotten you can rest now. I kissed this baby I cradled in my arms. Then put this baby back into it's place of rest. I took the flowers from the director and place them near the stone.
The director left and I stood their crying and praying that this child could find peace now. I felt a calm come over me like none other that I ever felt. I knew this babies spirit knew it was loved, had been held by a loving person, and knew this baby was important to at least someone. While I lived in that area I brought flowers to the babies grave at least once a month.
When I did that I prayed for this baby. After all this was done. I took some dirt from the house and filled in the hole in the ground that my foot made in which I planted a flower into it.
I kept going back to the grave yard more often to this baby in which my heart had adopted and prayed, sang, sometimes I would reach down to the grave on the ground pick this baby up hold this baby in my arms and cradle it and gently place back in it's bed.
Then I was going to relocate. I went back to the grave told this baby that I would be moving far away and would not be back to often but when I did come back I would hold, sing and pray. Tears dripped down my face as I am saying this. Tears of Love for this child that I would not be able to visit the grave, but also tears knowing this babies soul was at rest now. Kissed this baby and left the grave yard.
I went back to that area many times the first seven years when I relocated here where I live now. I kept my promise with flowers and the rest. Then I got into a bad car accident, and I can't drive far anymore. But maybe this summer I can have one of my children take me out there to this babies grave. Where I can sing, pray and tell this baby that I still love it so. This way this babies soul will still feel loved.
To me this all meant, this babies soul wanted to know that someone loved it, living or dead. And once I showed my love for this babies soul, this baby was at rest.