Our little grandson, Dominic, was born with a metabolic disorder and died when he was 11 months old, having spent the last few weeks of his life on a ventilator.
When we visited him on the morning of the day he died, he was lying in the middle of a water-bed which the hospital had hired to make him more comfortable, which was so moving.
When he died, the doctor and nurses were visibly upset and had tears in their eyes. I will always treasure the great privilege I had of holding him while the nurses helped me to put on his special clothes.
All that effort for one small baby boy surely shows the true value of all human life.
My abiding thought about Dominic's life was that through every second of it, he was loved, cherished and treasured. How many people can say that, no matter how long they live.
He's always remembered; his photo hangs on our walls, precious memories of a most beloved child.
When he died, the doctor and nurses were visibly upset and had tears in their eyes. I will always treasure the great privilege I had of holding him while the nurses helped me to put on his special clothes.
All that effort for one small baby boy surely shows the true value of all human life.
My abiding thought about Dominic's life was that through every second of it, he was loved, cherished and treasured. How many people can say that, no matter how long they live.
He's always remembered; his photo hangs on our walls, precious memories of a most beloved child.
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