This memorial day weekend is hard enough for the military, in memoriam of their lost brothers and sisters in combat or from outside related events. My husband lost a couple of friends since his time in service. For others its a time to rest, recover, spend time with family and grill out.
I'm all for both. Rest time is needed, especially when its with loved ones.
This weekend has been an especially sad one for me and others in my community. You may not remember but I mentioned a four year old child who suffered stage four liver cancer was told he only had days to live. Well from what I believe to be miraculous, he continued to get by with many good days for a month. In this time his parents tirelessly made every moment count with him. Countless birthday turtle cakes, hot air balloon ride, ride in the fire truck, watching the sea turtles migrate from our beaches, having a turtle named in his honor because it meant so much, a private plane ride funded by a private donor, a helicopter ride funded by our local Air Evac team and time with family. It was a lot packed into a short amount of time that is nothing in comparison to the time we have to make opportunities count. They were limited and they knew it. They wanted his last days on Earth to be an adventure.
About a week ago, Silas began telling his Mommy that he was ready to go. He wasn't afraid. He was never afraid and he told his mommy that he loved her very much. That was the point they could tell his health was rapidly declining. In the last 72 hours of his life, his mommy bought a rocking chair and rocked her baby boy for hours and hours and held him. Then this afternoon, Silas was gone.
He really affected my small hometown. We all fell in love with him and we prayed right along with him. We painted our nails gold for him and all children who suffer from cancer. He had a Facebook page and his favorite thing to do was have his mommy read all the notes people sent to him and look at all the pictures.
Today I hurt for his parents. I look at my little boy and think to myself, how will they ever heal from this? I know they will because they have to. They have three older children. But I know that their hearts are broken and mine is broken for them. No one should have to bury their children, much less their babies. They are a strong tight knit family. I'm glad they have one another.
Silas was a sweet little man and I know he will be missed.
Good night but not Good-bye.
Have a good holiday everyone.