Some years ago I wondered just how the children would want to commemorate Jacob’s day. After all, the only one to have seen Jacob was the Trooper, who himself was only nine months old and probably has little memory of it, if any. But even as I thought and fretted, the Rascal had the answer.
“Let’s sing for him! Doesn’t he have a cake? You said it was his birthday…”
Thus the tradition of a little something to celebrate Jacob began. It fulfilled my hope that our sweet baby would be remembered by his brothers and sisters; that he would be recognized as part of our family even though he passed away before most of them were born. It keeps the day from becoming overwhelmingly sad, as it would, if I had to keep the memory of him to myself.
It is a perfect way to affirm that every life is precious and worth celebrating.
Every life, no matter how brief. And his was so brief.
Happy 10th birthday, Jacob Dominic. The hour we had to hold you was too short. We look forward to being with you in Heaven.