Today is a very sad day. My nephew Liam took a most unexpectedly early journey to heaven. He was born at 31 weeks and fought for every moment of his four months and 1 day of life. I used to joke around with my sister-in-law and her husband that Liam was the perfect name for him … a very Irish name, a “fighter’s” name. And that’s exactly what he was. He was also a “lady’s man,” touching every single woman that walked into his room. All his nurses and therapists fell in love with him and his big brown eyes. And while we know that Liam is in a much better place, we still can’t help but miss him something fierce.
Thank you, Liam for giving us the opportunity to know you and love you. We know you will always be our angel looking out for us.
To see more pictures of Liam, click on the album below: