My family cutting down our Christmas tree (2013) and trying to decide how to get it on the car |
In June of 2000 my brother Benjamin was born. We were told
that he would live for maybe 5 minutes because of a heart condition, so we were
right outside waiting after my mom had him. He had the most hair any of us had
seen on a baby that was born 3 weeks premature. It was golden and curly. We
knew that God had sent him to our family for a reason, but we just didn’t know
quite yet. I was 9 years old at the time. We all got to hold him pretty quickly
right off the bat just so we could all have time to hold him, but then a
miracle happened: he didn’t die. We all held him and loved him and cried when
he was close to us. We got to take him home, which was the biggest blessing we
ever could have asked for. He lived for a total of 5 days, which were
absolutely wonderful. He truly was an angel.
Same day, with my mom and Erin |
I know that through the stress of losing a brother, I became
closer to my family—as if we were bonded through this experience. We still feel
his spirit comforting us when we are having a hard time, or are away from
family. This is the biggest blessing of all, knowing that he is always there
watching over us.