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 27th. 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.
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