Trey

There is a little boy named Trey who goes to my church. He is around the same age that Katie was when she was here. Trey has an illness that requires frequent hospital stays, which gives him the frail, haunted look that Katie used to get sometimes.

Tonight at church we learned that he broke his wrist in a fall, so he is in our prayers again.

Every time I see Trey it is like looking at Katie all over again. Sometimes I cry but I don't let him see me. Even though I think he would understand and not think that I am some crazy lady.

This past Sunday, Trey gave me a hug and it made me so happy. His tiny body felt so much like my Kate-Kate's that it was like hugging her again.

Sometimes my sadness still overwhelms me. But only God sees...

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