My first husband, Ted, died at 31 and it brought such grief to his parents and his four siblings. He was a most special man and a brilliant young engineer with a family. They struggled with it more than I did. I think God gives the grace to those who need it most? I needed it and sailed through.  

We had lost a little boy (2 months old) less than 4 months before Ted's death. I have often wondered if the Lord gave me a dress rehearsal? My baby had not been baptized and we were taken to the nearest hospital - you got it!  A Catholic hospital!  That was in 1959. 

I remembered someone coming into the room off the ER and asking for the baby's full name. I said, "Charles Campbell Roehm - a big name for a small baby." Later, after Charlie had been pronounced dead, Ted and I were sitting in the hall at the hospital. I had called my Mother crying, "Charlie died!"  Weeping. Ted and I were waiting for our doctor to arrive.   We were both speechless and heart broken.

I was looking down at the floor and my eye caught a look of a long dark skirt.  I gasped as I looked up and Ted said, "What?????"   Weeping,  I said, "He was not baptized!"  The nun turned to me and looking right at me and said, "Yes, he was. I baptized him.  Do you remember when someone came in and asked for his full name?  That is when I baptized him."

I will love that nun for all eternity. I smile when I think of God's gracious plan.