Glossing over it

You know how you hear a song and it is nothing special but then you hear it again and your circumstances change and now it seems like it is just meant for you? 

Tyler came home from work today and shared with me that he listened to
JJ Heller's "Olivianna" and just wept. I had told him that yeah I heard of it but I never stopped to listen to it. He told me it was about a baby girl who had died. So this afternoon, I went to the gym and bravely listened to it while I walked the treadmill. And yes, I too, wept. I cried at the gym. Again. 

I wanted to do some research about this song and see if there was any information about the family who lost their little girl. I found their website and blog: http://www.groverstyleblog.com/olivianna/

I found a review of the CD and the author of the review describes the song "Olivianna" as a story they heard about a little girl who dies 11 minutes after being born. They then go on to describe another song without even a period break. Just a comma; a short pause. This struck me. 

It reminded me of a time I stumbled upon a blog from someone that I share friends with but don't know personally.   Let's back up a little though. One of my oldest friends and her husband sang at Aaron's funeral. They left their son with a friend. That friend was the author of the blog I read. She wrote: "J and B had to sing at a funeral so we went to the Children's museum!" 

Glossed over. No, lady. It wasn't just a funeral. It was a funeral for a 28 day old little boy named Aaron. My Aaron. You have no idea what pain you just wrote off. You just wrote off the life of my little one and I won't stand for that. It wasn't a funeral. It was a family mourning and grieving and trying to cope with the fact that they'll never see their little baby again; that they'll never hold him again.

And then to follow it up in the same sentence about going to the children's museum.

To describe the death of losing my Aaron in one word, funeral, it is an outrage.
No description can ever encompass all the deep sadness that goes with losing your baby but he is more than one word.