Kyle continued vomiting and not tolerating his milk last night, so they turned it off. We met with Dr. Davis, Dr. Tam (heart surgeon), and some other doctors today. Dr. Tam's reputation is that he is the last one to give up or quit on a child. He told us today with tears in his eyes that if it were his son, he would withdraw support. They all said basically the same.

Shiloh and I had been praying about what to do. Between Kyle getting no milk and the doctors recommendations, it became clear.

With the Staples and Ferren families gathered, we took Kyle into a more personal closed room. . . . and pulled the breathing machine. Brent read some Psalms. After a few minutes of labored breaths, God answered my prayers. The answer was no.

Ultimately, though, our prayer was for the Lord's will to be done. And I believe it was. No more poking and prodding. No more pain. No more dialysis. We wanted to take Kyle home. He's home now. He will not come to me, but I will go to him.

This will be the last post. There is no way to thank everyone who has come by, called, given us food and money, taken care of us, taken care of Abigail, and most importantly, prayed for us. I wish we could thank everyone properly, but there is no way. If I have one final request on this blog, it would be to continue to remember us and especially Shiloh in your prayers as the grieving process is only just beginning.

To God be the Glory.