JONATHAN
Losing grandson Jonathan nine years ago today was something we never expected. It shouldn't have happened; he was only two years seventeen days old. But none of us, not even his doctors, knew he had come into this world with AVM (arteriovenous malformation), that the blood vessels in his brain would suddenly rupture.
I wonder what he would be like now. He loved to hug, to snuggle, to play with his siblings, to ride in his granddad's truck and boat. I can picture him helping feed the family chickens, goats, sheep, alpacas, planting seeds in the garden, helping harvest the winter kale. And making us laugh.
I miss him so much. But I'm so glad we had him those short two years and seventeen days. My life, and the lives of those who knew him, were enriched because of him.
Grandmother loves and misses you, Jonathan.
Jonathan at 5 days old.
I wonder what he would be like now. He loved to hug, to snuggle, to play with his siblings, to ride in his granddad's truck and boat. I can picture him helping feed the family chickens, goats, sheep, alpacas, planting seeds in the garden, helping harvest the winter kale. And making us laugh.
Jonathan in Granddad's truck.
Riding in Granddad's boat.
Big brother Jacob and Jonathan at a Celtic Festival in Sedalia.
Jonathan, Jacob and Charlie dog.
I miss him so much. But I'm so glad we had him those short two years and seventeen days. My life, and the lives of those who knew him, were enriched because of him.
Grandmother loves and misses you, Jonathan.
posted by Sally Roseveare | 12:04 PM
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