My Grande-ma had ten children*, one died in her arms, Joseph Cornelius. He was six months old. Although he died in 1920, even I know of him as a sweet baby, a spotless innocent eager to intercede for us.
My mother says that Grande-Ma always spoke of little Joesph’s untimely death with sadness and faith. She told her children to ask little Joseph to intercede for them and later she encouraged her grandchildren to ask for his prayers.
Those who were close to her at the time, said that her strong faith and love for baby Joseph, her surrendering to God’s will at his death, was one of her most enduring and endearing lessons.
*After the birth of her first baby she nearly died. The Dr. told her not to have anymore. She laughed and said what better way to die than to bring new souls into this world? The rest of her deliveries were uncomplicated.