On November the first 1981 they brought home my baby, wrapped in a soft yellow blanket but life had fled. I sat on the bed with Ruth on one side and Joseph on the other as their Dad soberly handed the bundle to me . I helped each of them hold their baby brother one last time as I explained to them that Timothy was no longer in that body, he'd gone to heaven to be with Jesus.
Timothy died in the Cuero Hospital and I was in too bad shape physically to be with him so I was at home while Grandma Borntrager and Dad , Lester, were in the hospital with Timothy.
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That's not a warm memory. All your memories are sad.
ReplyDeletePost a happy one.
ReplyDeleteI think it was Grandma Borntrager and not Grandma Graber.
ReplyDeleteDorcas, this is a very warm memory. Memories don't have to be hilariously funny to be warm. Timothy is one of us and eventually we will all be reunited!
ReplyDeleteI would say that's a very warm memory...especially to my momma.
ReplyDeleteI remember holding Timothy that day and how sad it was. Joseph and I also got some balloons.
ReplyDeleteI remember the balloons.
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