I watched my own child and my grandson
go through this.
Smiles on their faces and few tears, so
many times what they went through was painful ,
always a hug waiting for me and a kiss.
Some of these beautiful children live on,
heal and take a place
in our society, while others take their place
beside the Lord. My son and grandson went to
be with the Lord.

This is Matthew at the age of eight months,
he could not sit by his-self but he sure could give,
you a big smile.

Matthew ended up having eight surgeries done before
they competely removed the shunt and told
me there was nothing more to be done. I was angry
and in despair, I went to a nuerosurgeon for
children, after several test, I was to find out he
should have never had the surgeries and it had
caused ireversable brain damage and my son would
die.

Matthew was eight months old when I was told this, he
lived to be three years and ten months old,
during the remainder of the time I had with this
beautiful child , his pain was great and he was
ill all the time, rare did he cry though and
his smile would unmelt the coldest of hearts.
Matthew died in Nov. 1977.

Russell my sweet little grandson, I raised him for
part of his little life, he was beautiful, Matthew and
Russell looked alot alike, they now share a
common bond, they both now sit at Our Lords feet.
What a pleasure he was, what joy he brought
to all around him, he was very smart, counting
reading, and talking in whole sentences by the
time he was sixteen months.

It seemed as though he had to absorb as
much as he could
I didn't know though that it was because he had
to take it back to tell Jesus. Such a short time
such a wonderfully filled time with this remarkable
little boy.

One minute he was hugging and kissing us, and going to
his bed, the next figthing for his life and losing
the battle. So quickly did it happen,
it took me a long time to convince myself that he was never
coming back. His small little heart gave out
on him and in Feb. 1997 he left to join his Uncle in heaven.