Moved.

I usually don’t like cliche, sad things like this, but I found this particularly one quite moving.

March 5. The cancer is furious but our son is resilient, we have all the faith we’ll get through this no matter what the end. Treatments are violent but he keeps on smiling. It’s amazing finding joy in the little things.

April 12. Andrew’s appetite’s improved and we thank God everyday. But still it’s hard sometimes to see him in that scarecrow frame.

July 9. There’s a suffering when I look in his eyes. He’s been through so much. We’ve all been through so much but what incredible resolve our little boy shows, only 7, standing face to face with death. He said it’s easy to find people who have suffered worse than him. “Like Jesus, suffered worse than anyone,” he told me last night, “when God abandoned him.”

September 20. We’ve been playing in the yard lately and spirits are high although his blood counts aren’t.

October 14. He feels tired all the time.

November 30. At the hospital again. It feels like home when we’re here.

December 8. He’s getting worse.

January 19. We buried our son today, our youngest child, and while his death was ugly we must not let it scare us from God. Abundant grace has restored him. A brand new body. And set him free from the torture, finally rid of the cancer. Before the moment he left he briefly wrested from death, suddenly opened his eyes, said, “I see everything. I see everything.”

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~ by TheFirstLightofSummer on December 16, 2011.

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