It's Been Three Years

It's been exactly three years since Rowan passed away.

It feels like yesterday.

In just a bit over a month from now, Rowan will have been gone longer than he was here.

We still miss him more than words can say.

He taught us so much:

How to love

How to be loved

Compassion

Empathy

Hope

Gratitude

Rowan will always be our first child.

Rowan will always be Brixton's big brother.

I can tell you exactly how we spent every hour on this same day three years ago.

I can tell you how the final roller coaster started four days ago...three years ago.

I remember making the call to my family; telling them to come right away.

I remember listening to Tzaddi as he told his family to get on the next plane.

Here's a glimpse into our lives three years ago...and perhaps a glimpse into yours.

Nikki (Rowan's daily nurse)

Kate (Rowan's therapist)

Cousin Quinn

Aunt Carleen

Auntie Delia (with Lucy in tummy)

Nana Noni

Jill

Kristy

Uncle Nate

Poppy Tops

Auntie Delia & Uncle Nick

The Fat

Nana

Rowan getting baptized.

Michelle

Tim & Elissa

Oma and Uncle Ilja

Uncle Ilja

Oma

This chapter ended in our life three years ago.

We open the book again each time we think about adding to our family.

Luckily for us, the chapter doesn't end here.

There are wonderful doctors and researchers who (in spite of the rarity of Rowan's disease) continue to work on finding a cure. And in November of 2009, the doctors reached their goal:

Doctors in Australia cured a baby of Molybdenum Cofactor Deficiency.

Of course we were devastated to know that the cure came 2 years and 10 months too late for Rowan.

But we were so thankful that Rowan's life contributed to saving at least one child...and hopefully many more in the future.

We Love You, Beez!