One year since he left our world, I thought there may be time to reach him, but the reality is Judah is better now and in peace with the Lord and a much greater family to share new memories. I miss him.
Our lives are moving so fast with so much of life before us to attend to.
As I pause to honor you and praise your glory, I see there is a boy who is suffering.
Please lift him up into your arms this day and heal him from his disease.
I pray your Spirit be with his family and comfort them.
May your strength in them see him through this time and build their bond of family along the way. May your love and grace be upon them in every way.
Help me once again to share the burden of this child’s suffering and not be given over to complacency and a mediocre response, because I know it could be our daughter suffering and our family looking to you for answers and healing.
Today I join Braden Haskell and his family in his struggle for life and wellness.
Show me how to pray and how to serve you this day. Fill my heart with the compassion and love for others who need a kind word and gentile touch. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
In 1988, President Ronald Reagan designated the month of October as Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month. However, PAILRD was first observed much later. In 2002, it was held by 20 states. Since 2006, it has been proclaimed annually by all 50 states, with 8 states adopting permanent proclamation.
On October 16, 2009 we lost our son Tommy at birth. He was alive six (6) hours earlier and his death left us with heavy hearts mourning his passing. Had it not been for a loving church family, I am not sure we would have recovered with such strength as we did.
Every year we take a day or weekend off for a long drive to a remote quiet place where we can remember our son Tommy and celebrate his life, however short. Our life commitment is to remember him. This year we will take a drive to a remote lake in Northern Idaho.
In remembering the ones we lose, we honor their life and in their passing celebrate the time we spent together.
I was blessed and honored to produce a video this week, from last Saturday’s memorial celebration for Vivian D Moore. I beheld the beautiful woman she was through the eyes and words shared by her loving family and friends. She made a difference and she will be missed.
I keep telling myself, as each week passes it will get easier, but that’s just a lie!
Every day that passes I feel the pain. My mind plays back the video of my little boy from birth, and the thousands of moments as images of his life, racing through my mind.
I didn’t stop to record those images on paper or digitally, but they are burned in my mind. Every day I see new ones to remind me of his life as he grew up, so many of the things we did together. Then I remember so many things I missed.
On my visits with Judah as an adult suffering with his daemons, at times our visits were normal encouraging moments, however, most were spent listening to him babbling about things that made no sense at all. I am searching for both, a way to honor Judah, and healing from the pain of his loss.
Time is not my friend. I’m afraid it will never stop the hurt. I don’t want to stop my powerful recall of the pleasant memories of him, but the more recent struggles leading to his passing are equally powerful and ever present memories, I am torn between them.
I pray God, for your mercy and strength, to guide my mind and heal my painful memories and help me to use them for good and to help others like Judah who are still here suffering. Guide me oh Lord!
Below is the video I played at his memorial. I am still slowly working on producing a video of the service held on Friday, August 3rd, 2018. It was exactly one month following his death. I want to thank all those who came to pay their respect and share the love they experienced with Judah. It meant a lot to you but even more to me, his father. I also thank Pastor Thomas Kidd and Pastor Mark, for sharing their kind words and providing spiritual strength.
More to share in the coming days…but for now just remembering!
Judah Corsini – January 7, 1986 – July 3, 2018
Judah was born at home in Tacoma, WA, delivered by a midwife and his father, and was a sweet boy with a good spirit. So sweet and caring that he quickly earned the nickname of “Sugarman.”
At age 15, Judah came to live with his father and step-mother, at which point his education finally took hold in a public high school.
Judah proved his potential to excel, eventually finding his own way through being admitted to Western Washington University. He was extremely self-driven with high intelligence and had many life goals. Along with his self-drive for a good education, Judah was also trained in several construction trades by his father, in which, Judah had mastered painting and landscaping. “God blessed the work of his hands”, his father stated, and is proud of his accomplishments.
When Judah was a few semesters from completing his BA, he began to suffer from mental illness and drug abuse. Even amid Judah’s condition, his friends will tell you he was a loving, caring and a fun person to be around.
Judah was preceded in death by his little brother “Tommy” in 2009, Grandpa Len (Amy’s father) in 2010, and Grandma Evy in 2013. He is survived by many other family members: his parents G. Tomas Sr. and Amy Corsini, Grandma Jan, his biological mother Laurieann, and five other siblings from mixed families: Danielle Corsini, Julia Corsini-Ortiz, Malachi Corsini, Sharayah Rose Beattie, and Selah Corsini; as well as many aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews.
My son Judah suffered from mental illness and brokenness of spirit and a tormented mind. We believe he is in a better place, and both his mind and spirit are finally at peace. A celebration of life will be held on August 3, 2018, 10:00 a.m., at St. Luke’s Lutheran Church, 3030 Bellevue Way NE, Bellevue, WA 98004.