I had one prayer. One. That God would take him home and end his suffering here on earth. I prayed that every day for many days before the chaos of life pushed him to the back of my mind.
Every morning his sweet face greets me in a photo frame which sat on the end table next to the couch where I sat to have my coffee. I loved him from the moment I saw his face and have always considered myself his mother. I fought hard half a world away for my son's care and for a time he was in a wonderful facility.
Today I got the news I always knew was coming. My friend, who takes a team to visit the orphanage a couple times a year let me know Patrick had passed away in January. The answer to my prayers
He is no longer suffering. No longer in pain. He is held by our Father and loved like we can't imagine.
I am thankful I was his mom, even though I didn't get to hold him this side of heaven.
|This is the very first photo I saw of this sweet baby.|
|Patrick as a newborn|
|When he was happy and smiling|
|Before seizures due to high fever robbed his brain|
|These were sent to me by a mission team|
|Such a sweet baby|
|Video taken after his siezure|
|These photos and videos prompted me to fight to get him better care|
|After arriving at Maria's Big House of Hope. Clean and well taken care of|
|Taken his second year at Maria's|
|He had gotten so big!|
|He got physical therapy daily at Maria's|
|The shocking photo I received after the news he had been sent back to his original orphanage|