Our office was scheduled for a Teambuilding last Thursday-Friday. I packed my things with excitement, I knew there’s a lot in stored for us in our destination. I will try rock-climbing, I will zip line and I will definitely eat, sleep and rest a lot. It’s our time to have fun, my me time. But with a sudden turn of events, my baggage and I took a detour to St. Luke’s Hospital, my Ate had a miscarriage. I was in denial, I just can’t believe it at point blank. I was detoured literally, figuratively.
Truth hurts. The child we were praying for her, for almost 2 years didn’t make it to stay with us. The baby was exactly 16.3 weeks of gestation. It was heart-breaking. I cannot find enough words to describe how I feel for her loss. Her loss was my loss. I knew in my mind that she was my surrogate. I knew I cannot say anything that would ease her pain at that time, I was just there crying with her.
But my Ate was strong as always. She accepted the fate with unquestioning mind and trusting heart. Truly, God will not give a test you cannot endure. I know I will not be in that situation, I will never be able to handle it as she did.
Caelestis could have been my nephew; she could have been my niece. Caelestis is our heavenly angel.