Weeks later, Rose and Gillette were about to get on a stagecoach, that would take them to a train-station, that would take them back to their lovely little home in California.

"Rose?" Laura says, touching her daughter on the shoulder. "Before you and Gillette leave how about we go and visit Eben's grave...you can say goodbye."

"Oh Mama..." Rose says with tears coming to her eyes. "I'd love that...but I won't say goodbye...because I'm always going to come back and visit...Lord willing, that is." She smiles.

So arm-in-arm, mother and daughter walk down to the baby's gravesite. Their husbands follow them. Rose kneels down and lingers a while at her baby's grave. Gillette comes up behind her, putting his arms around her. Tears, of course, still fall down their cheeks and onto the brown earth. Still, in the back of their minds, they know they have nothing to worry about, because they know they'll see their little baby boy in Heaven someday.

After a long while, Laura spoke..."Rose, you father and I have something to tell you."

Almanzo looks at his wife in a 'you're sure you're ready to tell her' type of look, also thinkng the same. His blue eyes soon well up with tears, for he knew this would very hard for her.

Laura, looking into his eyes, knew exactly what her husband was thinking. "Yes Manly." She whispers, biting her bottom lip, tears forming in her eyes.

"What is it, Mama? Tell me, please."

"Actually Rose,..." Laura feels the tears starting to fall..."We have something to show you,..." She takes a deep breath. "And we don't know how you're going to take this, sweetie." She says, wiping some tears from her cheeks, her voice became choked.

Laura, with Almanzo's arm around her, walked over to another grave, yards away from where they were...Rose and Gillette follow them...Laura and Almanzo hang back away from the grave...Rose looks at the headstone, and immediately her knees drop to the ground. Reading the inscription of the headstone, Rose can't believe her eyes. "Baby Wilder, born and died August of 1889" She quietly says...Tears come to Rose's brown eyes and she suddenly feels her mother's arms around her. "He was your baby brother, three years younger than you..." Laura started to weep as she began speaking. "...Your father and I and your cousin Jenny tried to agree on a name...but we just couldn't..." Laura smiled, though tears were still falling,..."I remember Jenny would stay up nights trying so hard to help us find a name that would fit him..." The last Rose heard of her cousin Jenny, was that she was happily married, had two children and was living somwhere in Iowa...Rose layed her head on her mother's chest and began to cry...Her mother put her arms around her..."You!...You must hate me now, Mama!..." Rose said through sobs and deep breaths..."I accused you of not knowing what it's like to lose a baby...when you actually do...I'm terribly sorry!..." She said, sobbing in her mother's embrace. "...Rose, I don't hate you, don't ever think that!..." Laura sobs. "You were just grieving...and everyone grieves in different ways...Sweetheart, our situations are very similiar...Maybe...too similiar..." Laura says, tears glittering on her cheeks. "And I think God might have wanted me to go through that...to help and comfort you...And sweetheart...I have a feeling that God might want you to help someone else dealing with this very subject..." Laura says, tears running down her cheeks, and she took a deep breath.

"But how can I when it hurts so?"..."I don't know if I could ever get over a thing like this!...I'm just...just so weak!" Rose says, as sobs engulf her.

"And who says you will ever?...Some broken hearts may never be whole again...Some hurts may never be healed...But then again, Rose, in your darkest and depressed moments, you can always go to God...A few Scripture verses that have always helped me and still helps me when I become weary, are Matthew 11:28 and 30, "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."

And also the Scripture passage, Romans 8:31-39.

"What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us, who can be against us?

He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?

Who shall lay any thing to the charge of God's elect? It is God that justifieth:

Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who maketh intercession for us.

Who shall seperate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?

As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.

For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,

Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."

"There are many things in this life, Rose,...that we don't understand,...but whatever it is we need to give that burden to God...because He sees the whole picture and He knows what is best for us...He loves us...and nothing can separate us from His love." Laura said, still in her daughter's embrace.

Rose thanked her mother for talking with her and comforting her...They got up and walked back into town and were soon informed that Rose and Gillette had missed their stage, and there wouldn't be another one till the next day.

"What a blessing! You'll have to stay another day then." Laura said.

"Of course." Rose smiled.