This is the message that my brother, Shay, spoke at his son's funeral
last Wednesday. I have been more than impressed with the way Shay and
Tirzah have carried this burden in hope and faith. Watching their
son, Jude, be sick the last 3 and a half months with no recovery in
sight has been a trial I cannot imagine enduring. They have cared for
him and loved him and fought for him. I know they will miss him
terribly and struggle to find a new norm without him. I was in awe
but not surprised to see Shay bravely standing at the funeral bearing
witness of the hope that is ours through Jesus Christ, knowing that
Jude is theirs forever and that "it'll be alright."
George and Oliver read in their rooms before going to bed. They get some books and get all cozy in each other's beds. They usually switch every night I have noticed. Tonight they were laying in Oliver's bed together and George was reading a Curious George book to Oliver. Last night George was reading a book called, "My mammoth," which is a great one as well. They also read a lot of animal and science books. It is the cutest thing to watch them do that together. I just love it. I want to make sure to help them get in their rooms early enough so they can still do it come fall. It will really be a shift in our schedule to be getting them to bed on time.
We woke up this morning and it was quite chilly. The boys wanted tea with their egg and toast to eat out in the backyard on their playground. Yum, yum.