you came and prayed for me when i was very sick, and the last memory i have of you is stretching out your hand and claiming healing for me. God heard you... as you heard Him and I was healed. you made a crown for me, out of lego, and told me i was a princess in the Kingdom, you put jewels in myhand, to remind me of God's love. it will always be a precious memory.
I spoke to you about a week later. you sounded really ill, but i had no idea. I prayed for you, i truly did. but the next time your father phoned to say that you have fallen ill and was in hospital with double pneumonia. i remember thinking Lord it must be very hard for Simon to be ill, as he believed that your Kingdom had come.
but i think then Jesus gave you the option to go home. and you did. you didnt leave because you weren't loved here. you didn't stay with Him because you didn't love the people that cared for you. but you stayed, because you loved the Lord more. so now you are in heaven.... what to say to your parents, i do not know. a child is never supposed to die before a parent. the scars that they will carry, i understand.
but i know, i truly know that you are in 7th "Heaven". i bet the house that was built through your faith, is beautiful. as beautiful as you were, even though the world mostly did not understand you. i can hear you laugh in the presence of our God.
R.I.P. and know that we will see you one day again. when the Kingdom has fully come. God bless you, and keep your family, through this time. we will miss you.