My cousin, Brad, died of cancer at the age of 12. He was the 6th of 7 children of Carol Jean Stark and Melvin Lawrence Nash.
He died just days before Christmas at Primary Children's Hospital. He had painted a Christmas scene on a front window at their home, which his family didn't remove for many months. Finally, they had a professional photographer take photos of it before they had it cleaned.
Aunt Carol said that she was in the hospital room with him and he was in so much pain and so ill, that she prayed that if he was going to get better that he would, but otherwise she couldn't bear to see him suffer anymore. Minutes later, he passed away in her arms. She felt that was an answer to a desparate mother's prayer for her dying child.
He died over 30 years ago, but when she talks about his illness and death, you can see the tears glistening her eyes. Losing a child isn't something one simply gets over, even when you know that they're with the Lord and happy. She and Uncle Melvin are two of the most spiritual people that I know. Yet, I know their hearts still ache from losing their son.
When his siblings talk about him, it's obvious that he was very loved and special to them as well. A couple of years ago, their maternal grandfather passed away and Aunt Carol told me that there they were, grown--some with grandchildren of their own--in the cemetery digging through the snow looking for their brother's grave. It was quite touching.
My Mom used to tell me that Brad was her favorite of her brother, Melvin, and sister-in-law, Carol's children. She said she felt from the time he was a baby that he was a very special spirit. Aunt Carol later told me that other people who knew him said the same thing.
He died just days before Christmas at Primary Children's Hospital. He had painted a Christmas scene on a front window at their home, which his family didn't remove for many months. Finally, they had a professional photographer take photos of it before they had it cleaned.
Aunt Carol said that she was in the hospital room with him and he was in so much pain and so ill, that she prayed that if he was going to get better that he would, but otherwise she couldn't bear to see him suffer anymore. Minutes later, he passed away in her arms. She felt that was an answer to a desparate mother's prayer for her dying child.
He died over 30 years ago, but when she talks about his illness and death, you can see the tears glistening her eyes. Losing a child isn't something one simply gets over, even when you know that they're with the Lord and happy. She and Uncle Melvin are two of the most spiritual people that I know. Yet, I know their hearts still ache from losing their son.
When his siblings talk about him, it's obvious that he was very loved and special to them as well. A couple of years ago, their maternal grandfather passed away and Aunt Carol told me that there they were, grown--some with grandchildren of their own--in the cemetery digging through the snow looking for their brother's grave. It was quite touching.
My Mom used to tell me that Brad was her favorite of her brother, Melvin, and sister-in-law, Carol's children. She said she felt from the time he was a baby that he was a very special spirit. Aunt Carol later told me that other people who knew him said the same thing.
My cousin, Brad, died of cancer at the age of 12. He was the 6th of 7 children of Carol Jean Stark and Melvin Lawrence Nash.
He died just days before Christmas at Primary Children's Hospital. He had painted a Christmas scene on a front window at their home, which his family didn't remove for many months. Finally, they had a professional photographer take photos of it before they had it cleaned.
Aunt Carol said that she was in the hospital room with him and he was in so much pain and so ill, that she prayed that if he was going to get better that he would, but otherwise she couldn't bear to see him suffer anymore. Minutes later, he passed away in her arms. She felt that was an answer to a desparate mother's prayer for her dying child.
He died over 30 years ago, but when she talks about his illness and death, you can see the tears glistening her eyes. Losing a child isn't something one simply gets over, even when you know that they're with the Lord and happy. She and Uncle Melvin are two of the most spiritual people that I know. Yet, I know their hearts still ache from losing their son.
When his siblings talk about him, it's obvious that he was very loved and special to them as well. A couple of years ago, their maternal grandfather passed away and Aunt Carol told me that there they were, grown--some with grandchildren of their own--in the cemetery digging through the snow looking for their brother's grave. It was quite touching.
My Mom used to tell me that Brad was her favorite of her brother, Melvin, and sister-in-law, Carol's children. She said she felt from the time he was a baby that he was a very special spirit. Aunt Carol later told me that other people who knew him said the same thing.
He died just days before Christmas at Primary Children's Hospital. He had painted a Christmas scene on a front window at their home, which his family didn't remove for many months. Finally, they had a professional photographer take photos of it before they had it cleaned.
Aunt Carol said that she was in the hospital room with him and he was in so much pain and so ill, that she prayed that if he was going to get better that he would, but otherwise she couldn't bear to see him suffer anymore. Minutes later, he passed away in her arms. She felt that was an answer to a desparate mother's prayer for her dying child.
He died over 30 years ago, but when she talks about his illness and death, you can see the tears glistening her eyes. Losing a child isn't something one simply gets over, even when you know that they're with the Lord and happy. She and Uncle Melvin are two of the most spiritual people that I know. Yet, I know their hearts still ache from losing their son.
When his siblings talk about him, it's obvious that he was very loved and special to them as well. A couple of years ago, their maternal grandfather passed away and Aunt Carol told me that there they were, grown--some with grandchildren of their own--in the cemetery digging through the snow looking for their brother's grave. It was quite touching.
My Mom used to tell me that Brad was her favorite of her brother, Melvin, and sister-in-law, Carol's children. She said she felt from the time he was a baby that he was a very special spirit. Aunt Carol later told me that other people who knew him said the same thing.
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