Feb. 07, 2002 - 22:49 MST

THE WONDERING JEW

David

Each child is unique, different in many ways, as are children, grand children and great grand children. That's a given of course. There is no way I can say, "My favorite grand daughter." Nor should I try. Do I love one above another ? No, but there are some characteristics in each of them that are very dear to me.

Our grand daughter is a fine lady with love in her heart for all, one who worked hard in school, in church and at home. She married a man who went to her church, who is a loving, conscientious man. He pretty well has the rest of his life set in the field of medicine. They had a baby around a year ago, a little guy who acts just like his grand daddy did. He is and has been surrounded with love and is a joyous soul.

Just about two weeks ago she gave birth to David. She looked forward to having two sons and hoping maybe later another baby could find its way to her home and heart.

She lives up in Wyoming where her husband is working in the hospital. David fell ill, some kind of respiratory virus and the hospital and doctors decided David needed to be flown to Denver. It was such a short time ago that we heard he was ailing and now he is in an ICU here in Denver.

There was one crib death in our family a number of years ago, one is too many. Heather and I looked at each other up in the hospital today, neither of us needed words to communicate, "Are we headed again for another family tragedy ?" Death coming to aged people is something to be mourned and eventually recoved from, for those events such as that can come to us all. But happening to a baby who can't even talk yet, when the excitement and celebration of his birth is still going on. Pray God he recovers and becomes well and strong to live a good life to his old age.

Each member of our nuclear family is trying to stand by all the others, we are all in fear and in prayer. Knowing that the loss of her son David will be almost too much for a young, sweet lady like her to bear. Sure the rest of us would be devastated but something like that is likely to put any mother into something we can only pray they can come out of and recover and treasure the good memories of the new baby.

We can but wait, pray, hang together and hope the doctors can help David . . . . . . . .

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