2 years

Today marks 2 years since Forrest went to be with the Lord. The last few days have been hard thinking about his final days on Earth. He was doing so well and then took a turn for the worse. On Halloween I was ecstatic thinking he was close to coming home and then just a day later, he started to show signs of respiratory failure. I kept telling the staff on November 1 that something wasn't right with him. He wasn't himself and I was fearful that he had another infection. His numbers at the time looked good but I knew there was more going on. I left on that Thursday night/Friday morning (Nov. 1/2) around 2:30 am and got a call at 6:15 am that he was being put on the oscillator. I knew then that this was the end. I rushed to meet David (who had been on call at the Med) and we never left his side. We spent every minute of the next 3 days with him. We didn't eat or drink because we didn't want to leave to even go to the bathroom. The staff was incredible to us. They took such great care of our family. Forrest held on until we were ready to say goodbye. He knew he couldn't leave until his work on Earth was complete. His 55 days brought more glory to our Heavenly Father than most do in 55 years. Forrest was/is our angel. Those last 3 days were the hardest days of my life but I am so thankful that he went straight from my arms to Jesus arms. We kissed him and held him and told him what a brave, strong, courageous little boy he was.

Forrest, I love and miss you more than words can ever express. You are my sweet angel who I long to see again. Give Jesus a hug from mommy and tell him to keep me strong today.