When God calls little children to dwell with Him above
We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with, the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold.
So He picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few
To make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult, still somehow we must try.
The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye"
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind,
Must realize God loves children
"Angels are hard to find".
James Howard Osborne
August 11, 1980 to October 14, 1980
He was to be the last of our children, number 5. Jamie appeared to be a perfectly normal little boy when he was born. Except, when they placed him on my chest after he was born, I knew something wasn't right. He wasn't breathing right.
Instead, he was an angel sent to us for two short months. He was born with Hypo Plastic Left Heart Syndrome. More simply, a deformed heart.
Back then, in 1980, there was nothing that could be done. We brought Jamie home to care for him as long as we could. We did as many things as we could for our baby to experience as much of life as possible.
Look at that darling face. Rosebud mouth. Think he would have grown up to be a cutie.
Jamie came home and seemed to do well for two months. Then one morning he woke up crying and could not be comforted. I took him to the Doctors and they said to check him into the hospital to give me a break.
He died less than 24 hours later.