Our Blessed Hope In Times Of Grief
Today, September 21, 2007, should be a day of celebration in my family. Today is my brother’s 30th birthday, but Jonathan David Witham died in my mother’s womb before he was born. Today should be a day of celebration rather than a day of grieving.
Today we mourn, grieve, and wonder what could have been - what should have been. Today we marvel at the passage of time, as sand through a child’s fingers while playing at the beach. “Hard to imagine he would be older now than we were when we buried him,” my father observed this week.