On the seventh day, he rested.
When we arrive at eternitys shore, where death is just a memory and tears are no more, we’ll enter in as the wedding bells ring, your bride will come together and will sing, you’re beautiful. PHIL WICKHAM
He was dressed in his best. We washed his body. Combed his hair. Got ready for a day I always dreamed of, the day we would bring Jethro to the altar surrounded by those dear to us and dedicate him to the Lord. As my family gathered around Jet’s bed in the NICU dad began to speak a beautiful message of love over our Jet. We played this song. We prayed together. We cried together. We knew these were some of the last moments we would have with our sweet boy. This will forever be one of the best and hardest days of my life.
It was hours later when our Jet flew to the Savior. I held him as he took his final breath. Joel held him until his ever so strong heart gave its final beat. Those moments are etched in my memory and recalled by simply shutting my eyes. Something I believe anyone who has experienced one pass from life to death can understand. My heart experienced an overflow of peace knowing that our son was no longer suffering. I am looking forward to the day when we meet again.
I encourage you to let each breath you take count. Let each heartbeat encourage you to live life to the fullest. A life with purpose. A life on mission.