And so we had to say good-bye to Josiah. I never thought I would be planning a funeral for my baby. Thank God I had people around that care for us, I don't think I could have gotten through this time without them. We were totally overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and caring from our family and friends. Josiah was seen one last time at the chapel, the same place he had spent so many days of his babyhood. Josiah was bid farewell by nearly 200 people. Comforts come in different sorts of ways, and seeing the congregation gathered around my baby one last time, truly gave me strength and comfort. I will never be able to repay these wonderful people, who stood with us in our hour of need, and stand with us still. I offer to you all my heartfelt thanks.

Josiah was dressed in his "Thank Heaven for Little Boys" pajama. He had just gotten it before he got sick, and had grown, even while he was sick. The outfit was a tight fit! We had wrapped him in his blue crochet blanket that my mother had made before he was born. This was my favorite blanket for Josiah, he stayed warmer under this one than any of his others. Over his casket hung his statue of the risen Christ. This special statue was given to Josiah only the Sunday before he was hospitalized.

Josiah, You are our ray of sunshine
on a dark and cloudy day,
We will always miss you and love you
Our Biggy Boy,
With all our hearts, Love Daddy and Mommy
Brian, Jessie, Sammie, and Ashley
We will never forget you

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