Day #6 in A Year of Thanks:
I’m thankful for the peace I have about my baby brother’s passing.

Today is the twenty-eighth anniversary of my baby brother’s passing from Neuroblastoma. I’m sure I wrote about this in other blog posts, though if you’re new to my site and you don’t know what Neuroblastoma is, it’s a cancer of the adrenal gland that commonly affects children under the age of five. Diagnosis typically occurs between one and two years of age, and while some forms of Neuroblastoma are treatable into remission, others are not. Kristopher, my baby brother, was in the high-risk group because of his paternal genetics. This form of Neuroblastoma, especially when relapsed, has no known cure.

My precious little baby brother was only two months shy of turning three when he succumbed to cancer. That little boy suffered so much. It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. I can recall in vivid detail, as if it was yesterday, how unbearable his pain was. I can’t bring myself to share the symptoms he experienced, though I can say he didn’t want to be touched in the end. Kristopher didn’t deserve to suffer. No child should have to experience this. I wouldn’t even wish cancer on my worst enemy.

It’s wild to me that it’s been twenty-eight years since he passed away shortly after midnight. Absolutely mind-blowing. The song I’ve shared below captures my heart pretty well. However, as much as I selfishly wish he was still here on this side of eternity, I’ll selflessly continue to ride each wave of grief with grace, knowing without a doubt that he’s happier with Abba in Heaven. After the nightmare of what I’ve seen him endure, I’m at peace, knowing he’s healed and whole.

God knows how much I miss you, Kristopher. After Jesus, yours is the first face I want to see when it’s my time to come Home. I can’t wait to see the return of your shiny jet black hair. I can’t wait to see you smile and laugh. I can’t wait to wrap my arms around you and dance with you down the streets of gold. I most definitely cannot wait to share with you all the adventures I’ve had, and all the beautiful moments I’ve collected over the years. Until then, though, I will keep carrying you with me in my heart, and I will continue to live my life for you and me. Rest in peace, little brother.

I love you.

In Precious Memory of Kristopher Anthony
March 21, 1994 – January 6, 1997

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