Ready for home, so won't you take me there. Ready for home, out of this atmosphere. I'm running into your arms. I'm stepping out of the cold. Ready for home. I'm ready for home. This morning, while I was still sleeping in my bed, Jacob Worthey passed away. I don't even want to think of the pain that his family is going through right now. I'm heartbroken, and I didn't even know him. He was only 14, I think. He was an inspiration. Joyful, sweet. I wish I had known him. Please be praying for his family as they try to cope with this. We just prayed for their family and Liam added at the end, "And I pray for Jacob, too." There was this moment when we were all wondering whether we should tell him that Jacob doesn't need prayer any more, because he's completely healed. Cancer-free. Pain free. No more chemo, no radiation, nothing. He doesn't have to swallow huge pills or take any nasty medicines. He's with his creator. This post is on his parent's blog, showing Jacob's view about God: The List I'm a new day rising. I'm a brand new sky to hang the stars upon tonight. I wrote this poem a while ago about a little girl who was lost to cancer. I changed the end a little to apply to this situation. We'll miss you, Jacob. He's gone now. What will I do? Is there any way to cure this wound? Cancer devours life and soul and makes a void where he should go. The house is empty without his laugh. Like a chilling, merciless draft. I lay in the grass among the lights, my heartache bigger than the skies. The stars glow brighter. Can it be? That you are smiling down at me? Up in the skies, the nighttime skies While I sit with fireflies? As I lay down here and cry, I hope you catch stars in the sky The way you did with fireflies. Another post from his parent's blog: The Spectacle and what a story is not... I close my eyes and go back in time. I can see you're smiling. You're so alive. We were so young. We had no fear. We were so young. We had no idea that life was just happening. Here's to your bright eyes, shining like fireflies. These are my souvenirs. The memory of a lifetime. I wouldn't trade it for anything. My souvenirs.
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Cameo
1/3/2015 04:09:30 am
Oh, man. I am totally praying for the Worthy Family. May God's peace surround them in this difficult time.
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
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