From a skinny little "gut baby" to a swollen, blood leaking out of his veins and into his tissue baby. I'm not mad...just very, very sad right now. I hate that he got so bad before he died. He was always so full of life but he died so lifeless...until the peace of the Lord washed over his face. I am convinced that I have never been as close to Heaven as I was at that very moment his heart beat for the last time and I laid him before the Lord.
Sometimes it is so hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that he was here and now he's gone. I wish I could look through the kitchen down into the den and see him laying on his quilt trying to roll over...or playing with one of sibs...or plucking out his hearing aids...oh, how I miss those hearing aids! I miss putting the toupee tape on the aids so it was harder for him to pull them out....I miss feeding him those little veggie puffs that melt in your mouth...I miss finding cheese puffs behind his ears...I just miss him....and I always will. Yet, in a strange way, there's comfort in knowing that others have experienced the same thing.
It's good to not be alone in your suffering.