I have just returned from a memorial gathering for one of the most extraordinary people I have ever known. Yet I never had a conversation with him or shook his hand.
When Whit was born six years ago, he had cerebral palsy and suffered a stroke at birth or in the womb. His parents always knew they would not have him with them a long time; still I cannot imagine what it felt like to begin home hospice care on March 22. On Sunday, March 24, Whit’s older brother told his Bible class, “Whit won’t be living with us anymore, he’s going to be living in heaven.”
On Friday morning, March 29, just after midnight, Whit left the arms of his family to awake in the arms of his heavenly Father.
As his father Jeremy said, “Our son who has never even crawled crossed the finish line in the greatest race any of us will ever run!”
Although he never learned to vocalize language, I defy anyone seeing him with his family to deny his ability to speak to them.
Although he never went to school, played sports, or made friends in the traditional way, Whit did something so much more important.
Whit brought unconditional love into so many lives. And he taught those around him to love unconditionally.
Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”