First, Saturday the temple open house we explained the eternal nature of our family that we would be a family forever. “Jesus has a wonderful plan, he wants us to be happy and we can only be happy if we choose to follow Jesus. In the temple, which has the feeling of Heaven, where Mommy and Daddy were married we made promises to Heavenly Father that make it possible for us to live with Katelynn forever.” Ailsa in all the perfection of childhood, told one of her class friends, whom we ran into at the open house, that her sister is going to go live with Heavenly Father. Why do we adults make it so complicated? Why do we doubt? We have tasted of heaven, and Katelynn got a taste of the Greene home. We succeeded in bringing some of the chaos, "Bolt" was watched, crafts were made, surgical gloves made into balloons flew around the room and Katelynn loved it all. From the time we got to the hospice room, at 11am Saturday until she passed at 6:30 pm Sunday, she was held in our arms. She slept cuddled into me, Saturday night -- I had promised her that she wouldn’t have to go back into her hospital bed, and our amazing nurses, Wendi, Katie and Lousia were more than happy to accommodate us. Sunday, the kids having slept at home, and Nathan and I on a little hospital bed with our precious Pearl sleeping with us. Sunday, many friends and family came to celebrate Katelynn, it was wonderful to see all the love people feel for her. It is not just us who will miss her terribly. It was a brief 35 minutes that Katelynn lived here without machines adding her breath, her passing was peaceful and sacred. As I held Katelynn tenderly against my chest as a baby is meant to be held, without wires and tubes, Nathan held me. We looked at her and she at us and when she left our arms for God's we felt gratitude, peace and sorrow. Her body, which caused her such pain, I feel so much tenderness for because it housed a soul with so much strength. As Katie (her nurse) and I cleaned Katelynn's little battered body I thought of Christ and how it was the women who prepared His body. The gift that Christ gave makes every pain I bear at her passing have purpose and meaning. I am a mother to an angel.