Jared

Today is Jared’s thirteenth birthday.

He was three weeks old when I first held him. His little fingers curled around my finger, and his big brown eyes gazed up at me. My heart melted. This was my grandson. The last time I held him he had just come running toward me with his little arms raised up. He was laughing when I picked him up and held him close. The next morning he was gone.

I am blessed with eight beautiful grandchildren who fill my life with joy overflowing. But sometimes I fall into the hole of pain where Jared used to be and it hurts.

Happy birthday, Jared.