Friday, September 14, 2012

The Second Worst Day of Our Lives: Losing Daniel

Today marks our sweet Daniel's 8th anniversary of entering Heaven.  Our precious boy is 8 years old, in Heaven years, and it's hard to comprehend what it must be like to spend almost the whole of your existence in the presence of God.  Must be wonderful.  For us down here though, 8 years seems like such a long time to have a part of us missing.  And all the comfort and assurance in the world doesn't take away the heartache, but it does give us hope, and that's enough...most of the time. 

Thinking back to Daniel's delivery day is always hard.  For years I put off completing his "baby book" because it was just so hard to look at all his precious little pictures and to try to find the words to explain how we were feeling in order to write them down in his album.  So his book is mainly photos, with some sweet notes here and there.  Some emotions are just too complex to put words to.  But boy do we love our sweet son, and we miss him like crazy.

Today I'm thankful for all the sweet people in our lives who have loved our precious Heaven babies and who still love them.  As a mother who has lost children it means the world to me when people still remember our children who have passed away.  Of course it's tough to have to go through all the sad emotions that a day like today brings, but I'd rather feel like my very soul is a brick in my chest than to try to forget and stuff the emotions.

To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven:
...a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.  (Ecclesiastes 3:1 & 4)

If the laughing and dancing is anything like the weeping and mourning then it's going to be one heck of a party when we get to Heaven and get to embrace our sweet babies again!

We love you so much, sweet Daniel.  And we remember your amazingly precious life.  

Your Mommy, Daddy, and little brothers Johnathan & Eli


Ivy said...

I am so thankful that our hope is not a "hope" but a surety!

Gail said...


I love you and so understand the feeling of not wanting to "forget". How could we ever? No matter how long or short we hold our babies in our bellies, they are forever in our hearts, aren't they? I also understand how the pain never quite goes away, though it does get easier as God is good to remind us of the Hope of seeing them again.

Love you sweet sis...and ALL your precious babes.