Justice Wayne Blakey - In Memorium

I have a friend that I knew in high school in the Swing Choir.  We lost touch after high school but like many other people had discovered each other again via a social network, FaceBook.  A couple of years ago we both found out at the same time we were expecting.  Our due dates were within about a week from each other in December of '08.  September of '08 she had her little boy. 12.5 weeks early.  I believe he was just 2 lbs. 5 oz.  Miraculously he was sent home Christmas Eve, however on continuous oxygen, but doing well.

He grew like any other baby should.  A few months behind of course, but right on or ahead of his corrective age considering how early he was.  Throughout his baby months he had gone in an out of the hospital for respiratory issues.  This last holiday season he had to go in for several weeks but like a trooper was able to eventually go home...still on oxygen.  He was crawling, eating table food, laughing, teasing, doing those things toddlers do.  I had followed his mother throughout this journey since she was 7 weeks pregnant.  After all, we were pregnant at the same time, both with boys.  I learned so much about this boy, as if I actually knew him.  I followed his growth; I followed his trials because his mother was so good about journaling (posting) events good and bad in his life.

On May 10 of this year he was admitted into the hospital.  Apparently because of being sick with a cold.  Anytime you have a child with a comprimised immune system a cold is call for an E.R. visit.  It would be the last time he would be admitted.  Last Monday his osats (oxygen saturation numbers) were the best they've ever been.  He was thriving!  But our Heavenly Father had other plans for this little miracle.  Thursday he took a turn for the worse.  They couldn't keep his osats up at all.  And little Justic passed away in his loving mother's arms.  He was 20 months old.

When I first read her blog I was in utter disbelief.  My thoughts immediately turned to my little Emery.  Guilt washed over me as I have this little boy who is healthy and well.  I wanted badly for my friend to have the same.  The following day was a huge downer day for me.  Hard to function normally.  Every time I looked at Emery I thought of my friend and the feelings would start all over again.  So today is a little bit better.  Because I think of where her boy is now and how he is free to play and well and whole, just waiting for his mother to finish raising him in her due time.  The Blakey family is truly lucky to have had this precious little boy in their lives and they were obviously worthy to have him as the Father trusted them to care for him while he was here.

Here are a couple of pictures.  One obviously of the boy and the other a picture of what I believe he's doing at this moment.