Jillian's Journal

We found Martin dead! After breakfast around 8:45, as we went into the living room to play, Mommy sat in the computer chair and called Daddy into the room saying, “Martin’s sick. Something’s wrong with Martin. He’s not breathing. I think he’s dead”! Mommy picked me up and took me out of the room as Daddy went to check on Martin. I asked to “see Martin”, “see Martin”, but Mommy explained to me, “no, we wouldn’t see Martin anymore, he went to Heaven to be with God”. Mommy said God would take good care of Martin. That sounded good to me. Mommy and me pray to God every night. God is good and I know Martin will be just fine. Here is my favorite picture of Martin. I will miss him.

Martin, April 4, 1999 - February 26, 2006