I see our tragedy as a test of faith, and faith makes such a difference. We lost a baby 7 years ago through miscarriage and this time (after knowing more about the Catholic faith) it makes more sense. It has a purpose. We had been given the wonderful gift of co-creating life with God and now one more soul exists in heaven praising our Lord. Once I went to RCIA (just to learn more about the faith from a very knowledgeable priest) and the topic of the night was angels and saints. Our parish priest came in for the class, just to give the talk on angels (he is very knowledgable about angels). He said that during mass the entire church is filled wall to wall with angels and saints, all uniting to worship God. That painted a beautiful picture in my mind, and now when I am at Mass and we sing "Holy, Holy, Holy", I can easily picture my babies praising the Lord with our family on earth; we are united at the moment in honoring God. This gives me great peace.
My Lord, the baby is dead!
Why, my Lord—dare I ask why? It will not hear the whisper of the wind or see the beauty of its parents’ face—it will not see the beauty of Your creation or the flame of a sunrise. Why, my Lord?
“Why, My child—do you ask ‘why’? Well, I will tell you why.
You see, the child lives. Instead of the wind he hears the sound of angels singing before My throne. Instead of the beauty that passes he sees everlasting Beauty—he sees My face. He was created and lived a short time so the image of his parents imprinted on his face may stand before Me as their personal intercessor. He knows secrets of heaven unknown to men on earth. He laughs with a special joy that only the innocent possess. My ways are not the ways of man. I create for My Kingdom and each creature fills a place in that Kingdom that could not be filled by another. He was created for My joy and his parents’ merits. He has never seen pain or sin. He has never felt hunger or pain. I breathed a soul into a seed, made it grow and called it forth.”
I am humbled before you, my Lord, for questioning Your wisdom, goodness, and love. I speak as a fool—forgive me. I acknowledge Your sovereign rights over life and death. I thank You for the life that began for so short a time to enjoy so long an Eternity.
-- Mother M. Angelica
From the prayers section at: http://www.ewtn.com/Devotionals/prayer_saint.htm