Henry

One month ago today I held my baby boy as his heart stopped beating. He passed away in a room filled with love. Tim and I got to hold him for awhile after he passed, yet that wasn't really our Henry. Our Henry, our sweet little boy, was already gone. The Henry that we held had fought so hard, but the body that we held just couldn't take any more. I remember walking out of his room for the last time that day, worried that I would always remember his swollen body, his tired and worn out body, and that this memory would overtake all the memories of my little smiling baby boy. 

I do still remember that Henry that I held that day. But even more so, I remember the Henry that smiled when he woke up, that giggled at his puppy, and that would twist his whole body around to see the TV. I remember the Henry that wasn't a fan of cereal or bananas, but that would eat a whole container of sweet potatoes. I remember the Henry that smiled when his mama read him stories, and that gave the best snuggles (even at 2 or 3 in the morning!) 

I am so thankful to have so many wonderful memories of Henry. I am also thankful to have had those last moments with him. I hope that he could feel the love from every one of us in that room as he took his last breaths, and I hope he can see the impact he has had on this world.