Together they recited a Jewish version of the 23rd Psalm. They sang an Episcopalian hymn, Ye Holy Angels Bright. They listened to a Unitarian minister talk about life and hope and death and sorrow. When the service was over, they filed sadly out of the sanctuary and into the valley of the shadow of death. In a way, death is the test of the meaning of life.
Nothing seems more meaningless and absurd than the death of a child.
Rebecca came into this world upside down, which is to say face up. Her eyes were wide open. She didn't cry. Rebecca told everyone that she chose her family before she was born. No one doubted her.