It was almost three years ago he was given just three more months to live. Diagnosed with a fast growing oral sarcoma and no real treatment options, we took him home and determined to love him for as many days as the Lord would allow.
And he surprised us all. He made it to Christmas (answering the prayer of our tender-hearted Poppy girl) and then to the Christmas after that. And then, amazingly, to the Christmas after that.
But recently he’d begun to show some signs of significant discomfort. And he was really struggling to climb up on the couch for his usual snuggles. And, after several falls, walking down the stairs to sleep with the boys became too treacherous. And then we just knew; we’d prayed that God would show us when it was time and He did.
We celebrated his life with a simple candlelight ceremony. We went around and everyone had a chance to say a few words about what he meant to them. How very special he was. And how much we already miss him.
We placed flowers and handwritten cards alongside him and marked the pile of fresh dirt with a bouquet of child-collected wildflowers.
Then we gathered sticks for a bonfire, huddled close under the night sky, shared s’mores and told Seamus stories.
And cried until we laughed, and laughed until we cried.
Somehow, I think Seamus would have liked it that way.