Today marks 6 years since I last held my son....touched his face...held his hand...and was close to him.
Typing those words are hard to imagine much less know it really happened. Its hard to understand unless you have been there and held your child as they passed away in your arms but that weekend was one of the most special and awful moments of my life.
I wouldn't change anything about his last moments with us. We laid with him in the bed and made sure he knew how very proud we were of him and that his work here on earth was done.
He could go be with Jesus and be healed and healthy again. We were forever changed because of his life but saying goodbye was so hard.
I am thankful to know because of my faith that I will see him again...I will be with him forever in eternity. Some days that is the only thing that gets me through.
Remembering his life today and praising the Lord for the 55 days we were blessed to be a part of it.
Read my posts from 5 years, 4 years, 3 years, and 2 years.