Liam Harris smiled at me from the pages of the Dallas Morning News.
His twinkling eyes and dimpled cheeks drew me in. At 3-years-old, his face still had the gentle softness of the infant he once was, but as he leaned in for that snapshot, I saw the mannerisms of a little boy who saw himself as a big kid – a big kid who was brave, strong and ready to take on the world.
Sadly, the photograph I saw was for Liam’s obituary. He died just a few days ago after a 13-month battle with neuroblastoma, a cancer that develops from the body’s nerve cells. He met Jesus while holding the hands of his parents, Fred and Jennifer Harris.
I was not blessed to know Liam or his family personally, but the obituary that spoke of his brief but joyful life brought me into their world. The family requested the following for Liam’s Celebration of Life Service:
The dress is casual and fun – bright colors, baseball jerseys, Curious George and Minion attire encouraged! Attendees should feel free to wear crazy socks, bring a flashlight, balloons, or coins if they feel so moved. (All Liam’s favorite things.)
So, in honor of Liam, a little boy I never met but touched my heart nonetheless, I will wear a baseball jersey and mismatched socks today.
I will thank God for giving him to the world, even though his time was too short, and I will praise God that Liam is now cancer-free and playing in heaven. I will pray for the Harris family as they go through this difficult time.
Most importantly, I will hold my children a little tighter this evening and recognize life is a precious gift that cannot be measured by the passing of time, but must be measured by depth of love.
To learn more about Liam’s journey, please go to LiamDavid.net.