Uncle John.

John

This is Greg's brother John Nicholas Kasowski. Isn't he adorable? He was born thirty-three years ago today. He died tragically when he was a little over twenty months old; he was run over in the street in front of their house. Greg was just three months old at the time. Sometimes when asked about Greg's first this and that, Mary can't recall. Completely understandable. How she managed to raise Matt and Greg while in deep grief is an act of God's grace.

Losing your child is not something that should happen. It is out of the order of life and it doesn't make sense. My dear in-laws have been in the utter depths of despair. By God's grace, they made it through still able to say Blessed Be Your Name. God worked healing in their lives and He taught them so much through this... but it still doesn't take away the fact that they didn't get to see their sweet boy grow up.

I do not understand heaven. There is too little in the Bible to really grasp it with our limited knowledge. But I do believe that Maelee has met her uncle and they have been on adventures too wonderful to imagine. Maelee is buried next to John in the Buffalo cemetery, the best cemetery out there (um, is it weird that I am boastful about a cemetery?). Buffalo has peony's transplanted (from one original plant) all over the cemetery. When in bloom, they are beautiful.

John's Peony

John's part of the headstone he'll share with his parents.

So many questions for the Lord one day. Many questions. But for now, we remember this dear blond boy, remind ourselves that we are not guaranteed another day and stand grateful for the days we've been given. 

-Heather