Hard to Remember. . .

This is a difficult post to make.  These pictures are of Kurt, when he was about four weeks old.  His little friend in this one is about six months old, but she was only two pounds and ten ounces when she was born.  Kurt was eight, four.  But at this point in time, roughly the last week of October 2006, they were the same size.

This picture adds Joshua Florian to the bunch.  He was about five or six months old, and next to these two, he's such a roly-poly little boy.  He stayed chubby and angelic for two precious years, two months and two days from the day of his birth, and then he died, from undiagnosed Addison's disease, in a matter of about four days.  

I'm posting this because his mother, my friend Litzy Florian, has asked me and everyone who knew him, not to let him be forgotten.  We were only a small part of his life, but I was privileged to be there when he was born, and saw him about four or five times with his family and his grandparents throughout his life, because we moved further from their sweet family, but kept in touch.  

Joshie was such an adorable boy!  Everyone who knew him loved him and couldn't help but be swallowed up in his gigantic spirit.  My heart just bled when I found out that he had died so suddenly, especially since my own son is just about the same age.  It sure put into perspective all the trouble I think Kurt causes me and all the frustration I direct his way.

I'd much rather have the frustration, messes, and screaming that mean he's still here for me to love and cuddle, than calm, clean, and quiet without him.  I hope that Joshua's family will always treasure the time that he was able to spend loving them and look forward to being with him again soon.  I hope that I can learn from their example and treasure mine just a little bit more.  

I love you Litzy!!