Another Goodbye

When a life has been full, lived to old age, years of memories made...saying goodbye is hard. But when a life is cut short, too many years yet to be lived...saying goodbye is almost impossible.

Noah was 10. He passed away in his sleep last night unexpectedly. He was a miracle in so many ways. He survived a stroke at birth; was never expected to walk or go to school. That's why the memory of him jumping off our boat into the lake and swimming around is even sweeter. That's why the sight of a backpack full of school supplies, ready and waiting by the front door is even harder to bear.

Noah's brother is Jake's best friend. Today, I saw my son be a true friend. I saw him give his friend a hug, knowing words were not needed, then put his arm around Samuel and take him to do whatever Samuel felt like doing. They ran and played and talked. And it was ok to be sad, it was ok to talk about Noah and remember what he was like.

We know that Noah is with Jesus...but his family is still here. Please pray for them.