Yesterday, her own sweet angel grew her wings. Several years ago, she lost her first born, Trevin, to an awful disorder called Alper's Syndrome. She then had six more children. Early this year, her youngest, Tatum, started showing signs of the same disorder. Yesterday, six days past her first birthday, Tatum returned home to her Heavenly Father.
I got the chance to meet Tatum a few weeks ago. Even as sick and frail as she was, or maybe because she was so sick and frail, you could feel her tremendous spirit. Heather stood by me at some of the darkest hours I've experienced so far. Now, as she is going through her own Gethsemane, again, she still gives me strength. As I read the words of her blog, Tatum Time, I can feel the pain, but also feel her own strong testimony and spirit.
Here are the words she wrote to tell of Tatum's passing yesterday: I think this says it all.
"Our elect little daughter Tatum returned valiantly to her Father in Heaven today having completed with strength and grace all that she was required to accomplish while here. We will be forever grateful for the chance we have had to be her family. We are better having known and loved her. Thanks for all of your prayers. We have felt so loved."