Thirty Years or Twelve Months

It doesn't matter whether someone has been gone for 12 months, or 30 years, they are still missed terribly every day.  Yesterday was 30 years since my brother Daniel died.  It's hard to believe that it has been 30 years.  I hardly remember anything about him as I was only (almost) 7 years old when he died, but I do remember a few moments in his life like him waving goodnight to us, and I also remember the day that he died. 

Today is 12 months since our friend Ben passed away.    Ben had hydranencephaly just like Noah and they both actually look quite similar.  We didn't get to 'meet' Ben before he passed away, but we 'met' his amazing family just after.  We are so grateful for their example and friendship.  It's amazing how alike Becky and I are in so many ways.   We just wish we live closer to each other so we can meet in person. Hopefully one day we will.

This morning we woke up to a big frost outside, so for church we dressed Noah in Ben's mittens that Becky and Steve had sent him last year.  It made me sad to know that Ben could no longer wear them, but so happy that Noah gets to.  It makes me smile whenever I put them on him, as it makes me think of Ben.