There is no appropriate title for this post.
Dylan is coming to the end of his journey. I knew this day would come – but there is no way to prepare for the death of a child. He’s 8. He’s not supposed to die. He’s supposed to be running around with endless energy driving his mother crazy. It makes me sad and angry. And, I can’t stand hearing people try to explain it away. I know they mean well, but it doesn’t make anyone feel any better to hear “It’s God’s plan”. Yes, I believe that God works everything out for his good purposes (Romans 8:28), but I don’t picture God sitting in heaven deciding that he’s going to break a mother’s heart. No. I believe that God is grieving, too.
I wish I had something eloquent to say. But really, it just sucks.
Please pray that Dylan and his family will have a peace that passes all understanding.