I'm at a loss for words.
I don't even know what to say or how to say it.
I don't know how to comfort my family.
I need to write down my feelings.
But I don't know where to begin.
I've never lost anybody close to me before.
I've never been to a funeral.
I try not to think about it. I don't know how to deal with something like this.
Every time I find my thoughts drifting towards what happened I quickly shift my thoughts elsewhere.
Tears start coming and I avoid it.
I stay strong in front of those around me.
I guess there is no right or wrong way to deal with something like this.
We all do it in different ways.
And that's okay.
Yesterday my little nephew, Sam, went back home to his Heavenly Father.
He was one month old.
He was born with a congenial heart defect called Tetralogy of Fallot and a small hole in his heart.
This is where the pulmonary artery is quite small making it impossible to do its job.
My brother and his wife were able to take him home and have him bless their lives for the short month he was here.
Yesterday he stopped breathing and the doctors were unable to resuscitate him.
I never met Sam.
My family lives up north, and I had not been able to meet him yet.
But although I was never close to Sam, it hurts.
I hurt for my family. Especially my brother and his sweet wife Chelsea.
They are the most amazing people I have ever met.
Not even exaggerating. They are the best parents for sweet little Sam.
It hurts whenever I think that he's not here anymore.
But I'm given peace knowing that he is in a better place
He isn't hooked to oxygen.
He is perfect.
He came here, got his body, blessed our lives..
and went home.
I love you so much.