Their place is quiet, already remembering them no more. Cries, questions, laughter – silence. Their room is more like a tomb, their bed a vacant bier. Well-meant flowers are not beautiful, comforting words barely heard. Sleep for the living is uneasy, hard to come by, not refreshing. Why, Lord, have you done this? We can trace his answer in Scripture. He loves his little ones. As soon as he said “seed” to Adam and Eve, children were front and center; his Son w