I have started and stopped this post so many times I realize the saying “no words” is appropriate here. This kid…a warrior to the end….
We are with him whispering sweet nothings into his ear. We are holding his hand and kissing his forehead. We are offering sips of water and wiping his brow with a cool washcloth. We are sitting with him and loving on him and telling him it’s ok to go.
The force is strong with this one…..his sturdy body, previously a blessing, has now become a curse. His body is swollen and his breath is slow, at times as if it might be his last. The very labor of it palpable until the rise and fall of his chest smooths out once more and we continue with our vigil. Life is most precious but the idea that a person should linger when they desire and deserve release is very hard to bear. We pray Will’s honor and courage will be rewarded soon.
Please send a prayer for mercy for this sweetest boy who has prayed himself to be let go so that he can get on up to heaven and take care of everyone. Please send a prayer for the brothers who are suspended here with Will and say their good nights to their little brother not knowing if it will be their last – each one stealing a little more of their own childhood from them.
I would lay down my life for this boy right here and now but I can’t. And so I turn my eyes to the heaven and beg he be set free….
….”Long to see the shade of death O’er those beloved features cast
The cloud, the stillness that must part The darling of my life from me; And then to thank God from my heart, the thank Him well and fervently”
– Charlotte Bronte