Our precious boy is gone. Gone home to be with his Heavenly Daddy.
We will miss him every moment of every day. We won’t be complete without him.
At the table. On holidays. While Tesco shopping. On school runs. In the quietness of the night. In the busyness of the day.
He will be the piece forever missing from our hearts.
We are relieved he is no longer in pain. These last couple of weeks we witnessed what no parent should ever witness. The slow disappearance of our bright and happy boy behind a veil of pain and morphine-induced, heavy dreams. The light slowly extinguishing from a baby who LOVED life. The burial of our dreams and hopes for a future which should have included him. Mourning the loss of “how it could have been.”
People wrote to me expressing their anger. At the unfairness of the situation. At life. At God.
But just like I explained in simple words to Emma, I will try and help you understand our view on things.
Emma now knows that her brother’s soul went to Jesus. That his body is for now an empty shell he no longer needs.
“The real Georgie is in heaven, mummy!”she would repeat time and again, to remind herself and us of the new reality…
Emma knows that it wasn’t God’s plan or design for her brother to suffer and die so early. She knows that there is a “baddy” in this world who designs sick, twisted, sophisticated plans meant to bring pain and suffering. Even to tiny babies.
We now know, as parents who have been through fire alongside our baby boy, that life is to be cherished. That every breath is precious and every moment spent together a gift.
Pain, chemo and ultimately death are things we no longer fear. Because we have witnessed a tiny soul enduring all bravely, with a big grin on his sweet face. We heard him worship his creator in the early hours of the morning because he could not contain his adoration for Him. And we have learned to be brave and courageous too, for his sake and in his memory.
Fly high, wee bird! Inundate heaven with your giggles and songs and laughter! Cuddle up to Jesus, ride bikes, trains and airplanes, chat to the angels.
And death, one final question for you. Where is your sting???