Seventeen years ago, God took him home. A father and mother lost a
son. Three kids lost a brother. Grandparents a grandchild. Our lives were
forever changed.
Connor was only meant to be here for four and a half short
years. But he made a difference in those years. He changed hearts. He loved his
family. He brought joy.
I always think about what he’d be like today. What he would
look like at almost 22. What career path he would have chosen. At four, he
wanted to be just like Michael Jordan. If he had grown up, who knows?
When I think about him, I miss him. But then, I realize how
much he has gained. He is with Jesus. And I just smile.
Thanks, little guy, for the memories and the love.
