Logan died yesterday. He was just over five and a half years old. I never got to meet this little one; his parents are close friends of my brother and sister-in-law, and the last time I saw them was before Logan was born.
But I have prayed for him so much over the past year, and read each blog post on his behalf that his mother put up, that I feel I know him well, another cousin, perhaps.
And now he is gone, gone home. It was horrid last night, to wake up in the dark and pray for him as I often do, and then realize that it is over, I can only pray for his family instead.
Logan was diagnosed with a brain tumor in August of 2010, and though the tumor was mostly removed, his life since then was a struggle against cancer and a struggle against the destructive side-effects of the treatments given in an attempt to save his life. Yet I think part of my grief is because he reminds me of another little 5 year old boy taken from this world too soon. Jonathan, who I used to babysit when I was in high school, slain in a tragic car accident so many years ago.
It breaks my heart when children die.
As you think of it, please pray for Logan's family, his parents and especially his older sister Abby, who had to say goodbye to him yesterday. His mother put it best:
"And our family needs continued prayers. Although Logan is whole and healed and dancing in Heaven, we have a long road to healing ourselves."