We got the urn back today. They burned up my little girl and now she's all gone.

I kept looking at her shoes, and thinking about how her little feet were going to be all burned up.

It's what she wanted. Her mother and I both remember her saying that. It just seems so...violent. And so final. Not that leaving her in the cold, wet ground to decompose is really any better.

Yes, I know, I'm not being rational. She's gone. She's not with her body. It's just an emotional reaction, thinking about her tiny little arms and legs when she was a baby, her beautiful, long blonde hair, her pretty eyes....

"And Jesus said unto her, 'I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.'"