Remembering Jonathan Again

Yesterday, December 27, 2007, was my grandson Jonathan’s birthday. I didn’t forget it. How could I forget a precious child I loved—and still do—so much? I spent much of yesterday reminiscing, remembering his excitement at experiencing something new, the feel of his two-year old arms wrapped around my neck, the way he leaned into me when I kissed his cheek. He would have been four years old on the 27^th. I thank God every day for the two years and 17 days (he went to heaven on January 13, 2006) Jonathan graced us with his life on earth. Even though losing a grandchild (or any child, for that matter) hurts tremendously, having had him to love even for such a short time overpowers the sadness. But boy, have I been sad these past two days. Comforting to me and my family is the knowledge that some day, God willing, we will see him again.

Happy Birthday, Jonathan. Grandmother loves you.