When a born day’s joy is ruined by reminders of the day a parent died and the day a child was confined to a hospital bed—then died less than two months later—there is no way the birthday person will feel truly jubilant.
I am sure that all parents expect their children to outlive them. I know I expected that, but God had a different plan for my oldest son. He just turned forty-five on Sunday, April 30th. On Tuesday evening, May 2nd, he went home to be with the Lord.