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.