I came across your site while compiling thoughts on hope. 16 years ago my firstborn gave birth to her firstborn, a daughter, who lived about 45 minutes. Her parents named her Elisabeth, which means "consecrated to God." Their first ultrasound had shown she would not live but there were many miracles that assured my daughter that Heavenly Father was aware of them; that Elisabeth was to be born into this family and receive her mortal body but would not tarry on earth. He softened the pain and grief and we could sense the presence of others who loved her as she passed through the veil. It was a cold, windy, stormy day when she was to be buried. My daughter prayed for one last blessing, "Please, Heavenly Father, do not let it rain on her graveside service." As the hearse pulled up to the gravesite, the wind stopped. The clouds parted and a ray of sunlight surrounded the tiny casket as it was removed from the car.
Thanks for sharing your story.