I'm sad and I'm sorry to have to type this. I got a phone call from Jeannie this morning.
Harper lost (or maybe he won, I'm never sure which) his battle with cancer about 8:00 PM last night.
He'd slept for about 72 hours straight. He woke for about an hour, looked at his Momma and went back to sleep. His breathing just...stopped. I'm thankful he went so peacefully.
Fae said that after Harper passed, she just wanted to be left alone. The families are respecting her wishes. Fae is a strong girl and she's - okay. Jeannie hadn't talked to her and didn't expect to.
There will not be a service, Fae didn't want her son "on display". Harper will be cremated in the near future. I will post the next update I receive.
I do know that Fae's family would thank all of you for your prayers through Harper's illness and I hope you continue to pray for them in the coming weeks. I'm sure they'll need it.
I think of my precious boy taking his nap on the couch in the den. His pink lips, his button nose, and his little hands curled beside him. I look at him and I think of Fae and how heartbroken she is to never see those things in her son again. It takes me back to my infertility roots where I wonder if it is better to have loved and lost or to never have loved at all.
Give your kids an extra squeeze, maybe call your mom tonight. Remember how blessed you truly are...
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