The Faith of a Child

For a little over four years into my early 20s, I dated the same boy. Even though we went our separate ways, his parents (Mr. and Mrs. Blackert) became close to me just as my parents are. When Kimberly was born, she was looked upon by the Blackerts as a grandchild. We would gather together many times for no reason, and, of course, holidays and birthdays were always cherished together. As I grew older and my parents became “snow birds” to Florida, the Blackerts became even more active in my life during the winter months.

On June 14, 1997, Kimberly’s 7th birthday, we had our last birthday celebration together. At the close of the day Mr. Blackert complained of having some pains and said he would be seeing the doctor that week. We were informed that he had cancer through his body and he would be leaving us shortly. As time went on, Kimberly and I would make several trips from Virginia to Maryland to be with Mr. Blackert. On the morning of Aug. 3, Mr. Blackert departed his earthly body to be with God. I was extremely upset when I entered Kimberly’s room to tell her the news. She immediately sat up in bed and questioned my tears. I told her of our loss, and she immediately beamed. I was not expecting this reaction and questioned her. “Mom,” she said. “I’m so happy for Mr. Blackert. Just think, he knows what God looks like, he is with him right now and he is happy.”

Needless to say, her faith sustained me that week and also three months later when Mrs. Blackert passed on to heaven. I thank God for the faith of a child to remind us that through your Son we have eternal life. Amen.

— Diane Larkin