I believe there is a God.
I believe Heaven is real.
I believe that each of my children has a soul - and that their souls reside with God.
I do not believe that their deaths were punishment.
I do not believe that "God took them" for some higher purpose.
I do not believe they are roses or angels in some heavenly realm.
I do know that having them, and losing them, has changed me - in some ways for the better.
So sometimes I believe that losing them, while not God's fault, can perhaps be in His plan for making me who I need to be.
But I don't believe that every day.
Some days I believe that losing our children was an awful thing that simply happened, and there is no reason. Those are the days I cry the hardest...