Roan

GOD has blessed me beyond any of my past hopes and dreams.

I am a humbled man married to a beautiful woman who adores me for a reason I cannot fathom.
I am a joyous father to a sweet little 2 year old girl whose bright eyes light my world.
But I am also a man in mourning of the death of my firstborn son who lived only 5 days.
It has been less than three weeks since he left us.

He will never run across a field.
He will never ride a bicycle through our neighborhood.
He will never play in the mud after a rain.
He will never ask me how to tie his shoes.
He will never play with his sister in her 'rocket ship' (playhouse/swing set)
He will never ask me for the car keys.
He will never feel his first real kiss.
He will never have to tell me "Dad, I got this, don't worry!"
He will never smile at me.

GOD has robbed me of my future hopes and dreams.

This was not supposed to happen!
He was supposed to be born with no problems, taken home and live with his family.
Our worries would come later as he and his sister grew up.

It wasn't supposed to happen!
It isn't right!
Why?!!!?
We prayed. We cried out. We cried out to You! We trusted You!
Why?
He was as innocent as any mortal can be in this life.
Why?!!!?

It's not fair! I know life isn't fair but You could have saved him. You didn't have to take him. What good can come from this? Why did you let this happen?

My wife is absolutely heartbroken. I cannot help her. I am helpless. What are we supposed to do?

Why give him to us and then take him away so soon?

He was our son. Our beautiful little boy.