My first and only brother, Benjamin Edward was born dead at 8:05 p.m., when my mom was 20 weeks along. On August 10th, my mom went in for a rountine ultrasound, and there was no longer a heartbeat. A week later on the 17th, we had his funeral. It was definately a hard week, and many difficult days followed. For the few months he was with us, we had so much fun together. We went on vacation, looked at baby things, and my mom got to buy lots of new clothes! I'm so grateful that the Lord gave me Ben and the experience of being a big sister. Je and I had been praying for a year or so for a sibling, specifically a brother, and the Lord so graciously answered in giving us Ben. One thing special about today, is that it is the 12th and it's been 12 years since he was born.
Back during the summer of the 1996 Olympics, my mom came up with the acrostic for Benjamin-the name my parents were going to name their son, if the Lord ever gave them one.
Benjamin, Edward, Nathan, Jospeh, Allan, Matthew, Isaac, Then our last name.
Je and I used to sing his acrostic name a lot when Mommy was pregnant with him.
Today is also special in two other ways. Today would have been my paternal grandparents 60th Wedding Anniversary, and Je is 23 1/2 today!
