In Memorium

There was once a little boy. Though he traveled from the coast of Southern California on the very day he turned 6 to become somebody’s baby, he never believed he was a day over 5 for as long as he lived.

They do not make textbooks about Micah was the pronouncement of Dr. Rene Romero, Micah’s liver specialist.  You see, it took a team, an ever present presence of healthcare and a family who fought for him to keep one little boy alive.

And in the end, they told her he was only alive because of her but that she could not hold back death forever. In the final moments, as she held him in her arms and fought back the tears of herself and “his kids” so that he would not be afraid, she promised him that she would be with him for as long as it took but he was not going to win this time.

It is a selfish disease that takes all who are burdened with it eventually.  65 Roses took Micah-man at 10, far too young, far too soon. A mother was forever changed to know him, to have the honor of being his mother, and in learning how to be strong first for him, then for his siblings, and ultimately to stand in the gap for all who refuse to take the standard path, so that his legacy lives on in the care and devotion she gives to others now that she can no longer give it to him.