My mom went through 3 miscarriages in her life. One after giving birth to me, another having given birth to my youngest sister, and the last one a year or two after. The last one though, was different. She miscarried at 5 months and gave birth to a still-born baby.
I got to see with my own eyes my little brother; his tiny hands, his feet, and the characteristics that made him a perfectly little baby boy.
Except for one thing: he wasn’t breathing.
We buried my brother Manasseh Levi in the same cemetery that my grandparents are buried. Me, my father and my brothers dug his grave. It’s something I’ve never forgotten & never will as long as I live.
It’s been almost seven years now, but I still visit my brothers grave and sometimes wonder what it would have been like to have another brother. I have 4 younger siblings living at home, but sometimes I look around the room and get the feeling that someone is missing. Then I realize, it’s because there is.
During our time of loss, I choreographed a dance to “Praise You In This Storm” by Casting Crowns but it never was performed.
Years later I found this dance online and was amazed at how similar the moves were to the dance I made. It’s not an exact duplicate, but I was blessed by it and hope you will be too. It’s because of this song and dance I think often of my brother.
If I learned anything from my brother: life begins before conception; there is no longer any doubt in my mind about that. (Jeremiah 1:5)
Farewell little brother, I can’t wait to see you in the life to come. Where God will wipe away all tears from our eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
Can’t wait to meet you there.