Sympathy

Sympathy comes from the Latin sympatha, from Greek: συμπάθεια transliterated as sympatheia, literally: to suffer together also: affected by like feelings or emotion. Thus the essence of sympathy is that a person's feelings reflect or are like those of another or that a person suffers as a response to, or because of, another person's suffering.
Sympathy exists when the feelings or emotions of one person give rise to similar feelings in another person, creating a state of shared feeling.

Dearest Friends and Family;
Elina wrote the following entry on her internet Live Journal. I (we) am so proud of this very special daughter.

From Elina:
it's a difficult thing to tell people that you've lost your child, that you're no longer pregnant. it's awkward to wait until they ask how the pregnancy is going.monday, monday i went to the doctor. i hadn't been in since august 2nd, before greece. i was to be 12ish weeks along, in to see my wonderful doctor baginski, who delivered the angel sleeping a room away. he was supposed to tell me baby number two was growing and healthy, to hear the heartbeat, to send me away for another two weeks.he didn't.first we couldn't find a heartbeat. that happens, he said. it's early still... then we looked from an external ultrasound... he saw something, but didn't say much. "could there be something wrong" "there could... but let's look inside". so we do an internal ultrasound.we found a baby, and we found a heart, but it wasn't beating...

we spoke in his office in soft sensitive tones, i was impressed to find him as ideal a doctor in grief as he was in celebration. there were lots of tears, and jesse and i spent the day together as a family watching the ocean foam and roar as it always does. its waters were warm and refreshing and washed me with a feeling of smallness, of a larger plan, a bigger picture. life is a dance.

the next morning i lead worship with the children, singing "You give and take away, ...still my heart will choose to say, blessed be Your name" and i raised my hands and let my voice echo in the crowded room, and made my choice. many are the plans of man, but the will of God WILL come to pass. this child has a great destiny, and it's not here with me.this morning was the hospital's collection of her remains. i drifted off to sleep with an oxygen mask, and awoke in a recovery room, one body instead of two.