It was May 2021, as I walked across my technical college graduation stage third in line with high honor cords hung proudly upon my shoulders, I stopped only for a second clenching my stomach. It's probably just anxiety jitters I thought to myself. But once I crossed that stage with my three diplomas in hand I knew what was about to come, as I saw a little trickle of blood run down my left leg. At this time, I hadn't known I was miscarrying, but once I did I screamed and begged God to take away the pain I felt deep in my chest. I was only 10 weeks along, I a dreamt that night of my past relatives telling me, “The baby had to go, so you can continue to grow." I had no idea what they meant at the time, but I went to Saturday night mass and asked God to show me why this had to happen, and for what reason. That night the priest talked about how when someone leaves us, it allows room for us to grow into better and stronger people. I took it as a sign to continue on to finish school and applied to a four-year university. I am currently majoring in Marketing, and I hope that I will one day be able to open my own small business marketing firm. If it hadn't been for my strong faith within God and Jesus, I don't even think I would have had the strength to be here writing this now. I guess everything really does happen for a reason when you have faith in God. When I turned eighteen, I got a tattoo on my shoulder that reads "we only part to meet again". It has come up on a year since I lost my baby, and oddly enough I found myself praying to God, asking him for probably the hundredth time, "why me, why take an innocent life from someone who so desperately wanted a baby". That night I woke up from yet again another dream with one of my past relatives. He had big beautiful white angel wings and a golden crown upon his bald head. He reminded me, "we only part to meet again", he is the whole reason as to why I have that tattoo on my left shoulder. He leaned in close, gave me a hug, kissed my forehead like he always did, and said “the baby is safe with us”. I woke up in a sweat with my forehead almost tingly, at that moment I got out of bed, dropping to my knees I prayed to God once again. But this time I didn't ask him to take the pain away, instead I simply said, "thank you" and "I now understand the pain you must have felt when Jesus was condemned and crucified on the cross". From the day I lost my baby, I have pushed myself so hard to continue to be the absolute best I can be both in school and in my personal life. As marketing is all about being personable and friendly while also marketing yourself. In the end I know that God does all things for a future reason, for that I am grateful, and I continue to walk in grace alongside Jesus as we continue to build myself up and my future career and business. He is so good. Thank you