They had three years of days, these two sweet little cousins. Three years more of growing, of prayers for Baby Cousin’s hole in her heart. Of singing songs, and making silly faces, and hospital visits, and lots of NO visits and staying home and keeping our little kid sick germs to ourselves. Three more years of celebrating birthdays and miracles, and buying presents at Christmas, and drawing pictures for each other. Of taking Janessa’s picture to school for show ‘n’ tell and telling her friends about her miracle cousin. Of dancing so Janessa could watch, and ringing her chimes, and hunting through every store in VV and half the ones in GP, looking for the exactly right kind of rattle that Janessa could hold and play with.
Three years is done now.
We are left with Janessa’s toy car, forgotten at our house. With Ballet Bear, passed on down to Elianna. With empty hollow hearts and oh, so very many tears. Janessa was just here. Elianna was just dancing for her, just days ago, in our living room. And then — gone.
She’s lighting up Heaven now with that bright smile. No more oxygen. No more sickness, no more pain. Little legs that are strong and now SHE can do the running and jumping and twirling and dancing. Instead of praying at bedtime and asking God to make Janessa strong and healthy, Elianna thanks Him that He is taking care of her now and that she is safe with Jesus.
And she is.
Janessa Zofeya — “God sees, and is merciful” In her life, this was true. And in her death, it is still true.