I wrote this when I was planning his funeral. As it turned out, I didn't have the strength to share, and my family didn't care to come to his funeral (turns out my family seems to think you need a brain to be a human and deserve a funeral. Who knew?).
You've all kindly gathered to help us celebrate..
Our little Jonah is our Saint standing at Heaven's gate.
But what you don't or can't know is why is worth it.
How could you know? His zel and energy was our little secret.
I knew he was here long before the test told us...
dreams of Marshall's brother were placed in my trust.
We held out breaths and praised God when Finally it was true!
Another baby was coming and we wondered...pink or blue?
The fateful day came when the dr. called and warned us...
we were sent back down to the hellish place where in drs. you had to trust.
Your baby has no brain and the fluid is failing him
Chosse grace in his death or a horrific end.
Which one will you choose?
Our saint was born after three days of a Mother's True Labor
And soon, we saw that upon us God placed his truest favor.
Jonah has the most peaceful face...reflecting God's grace.
I could describe him using every word I know,
but still you wouldn't know our son the way we love him so.
He wasn't a thing, another mistake, or a note from God to stop.
He is our saint sent to us to remind us of God's love.
Please be kind to my family and remember we love him so.
Our Jonah Michael, brother of four and son of two lost souls.
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