The officer that was on duty offered his help.
He said you can't use the same form (birth and death) for two different people.
It's not two different people, I told him.
He didn't get it.
How's the other baby? he asked.
There is no other baby... My only daughter DIED! I wanted to scream.
How traumatic, he said like he was talking about someone else's life.
Yes. IT WAS.
Turns out the state hasn't received her records... blah blah blah
It's not about needing it. I need closure. Hopefully tomorrow I can get it...
My head's in the sand. I have never felt this way before I don't think. I can offer no comforting or uplifting words today, just honesty. This is life and I am adjusting. God is my strength and sometimes I have to just take his Word at face value, even when it doesn't seem like it.
"He hath also broken my teeth with gravel stones, he hath covered me with ashes."
-Lamentations 3:16