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Though the shock of 9/11 comes readily to mind when thinking about the attacks that happened over a decade ago, today I am shocked by news I received yesterday.

A month ago, our neighbors moved away.  They had been renting, and they moved when they bought a house.   We did not know them well, but we would say hi, and we caroled to them at Christmastime.  She was 6 months pregnant with their first child.  

I learned last night that due to a health problem, she passed away a couple of days ago.  An emergency c-section to save the baby was also unsuccessful.  My poor former neighbor has gone from the happy anticipation of a new phase in life, to the loss of those dreams. 

Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers, and consider getting to know your own neighbors better.  

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Thanks for the power of prayer, and the strength that can come through community.

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  1. What a tragic turn of events: I definitely will pray your neighbor experiences God's loving peace as it surrounds him and brings him comfort now and in the difficult days ahead.

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  2. Oh, how terribly tragic. I will most certainly pray.

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  3. What terrible tragic!!. I am so sorry for your neighbor.
    I will say a special prayer for her and her family. this is so sad!

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  4. So sorry for your neighbor's loss. The sudden death of his wife and child must be inexplicable to him and it is to all of us. He most definitely needs lifting up with prayer and may we all keep him in our thoughts.

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