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This month is the birth month of my grandson Jonah. He was born April 12th eleven years ago . I remember the day as my son was so excited to announce the birth of his only son. There were 2 daughters born earlier and the difference of age from the last sibling was 13 years. In short they became real "buddies" from the beginning. lThey played together,do the internet together and slept in same room together as the mother had to work nights at the hospital.
Then the unthinkable happened, Jun collapsed and died suddenly at work in Camp Lejune, NC. on April 30,2001.
Jonah was three years old. He did not have a concrete idea of death. He waited for his Dad to come home.Everytime, the door opened, he asked "Is that Daddy ?" My grief was compounded with the grief being experienced by my daughter-in-law (young widow) and the three grandchildren. I could not describe the pain and agony that overwhelmed me. This is the second child that the Lord took home. All I could do was to ask the Lord to hold my hand so I would not go to the pit, to help me with His strength so I could support the loved ones left behind. It took that supernatural power to sustain me.
Through the years I used to dread the end of this month. Now I focused on Jonah, who is the spitting image of his Dad. I tried to connect with him by letters and occasional visits to Virginia where they live. This Easter which also falls on this month was a day of reflection for me.Because I believe that Jesus resurrected from the dead to give hope to those who trusts Him, I received the comfort that someday we'll see Jun again. I shared this hope to all who were close to him.
