Hello guys I've not posted in a while. My father had been in the hospital and my first cousin's son passed. His name was Blake Hill and he was just seven years old, he died from a very rare disease. He was diagnosed with the disease when her was not even a year old and the doctors said he would not live six months.
He lived to be seven which was a blessing. His parents and older sister and brother took him home and loved him untill his passing. They had to take care of him around the clock. The homegoing service was beautiful. One of his doctors spoke of the care that the parent had given little Blake at the service. He said he was humble at the dedication and love of the parents.
