I am reposting this blog this week in honor of the one year anniversary of the home-going of sweet Jeremiah Ulmer. I have watched his family sorrow, yet not without hope. I have grieved in my own heart with them as well. We continue to remember him daily. February 6th will represent the completion of a year of “first’s”. It is not, however, the end of grieving. Grieving does not come with an expiration date. Everyone’s grief is different. Still, I know from the loss of my own dear son that their grief will continue to lessen over each new year. As each wave tosses them out into the sea of grief, each wave will also bring them back closer to the lighthouse on shore. As I have watched them travel this first part of their journey, I have seen the entire family keep their eyes heaven-ward and lean on their Savior. This week is bringing to close one year of indescribable joy and peace for Jeremiah as well as one year of learning to cling to God for His healing and peace for his family. May God bless them as they they start another year in their journey with their Lord.
by Stephanie R. Ulmer
I heard your prayer from up above,
For another boy to hold and love,
And so I fashioned one with grace,
A beautiful boy with a handsome face,
I gave him twinkling eyes of blue,
His baby skin was soft and new,
He had ten fingers and ten little toes,
Big chubby cheeks and a cute little nose,
A hearty laugh, an adorable grin,
He was as sweet as a boy could have been,
And so I was finished, my planning was done,
I sent him to earth, I gave you your son.
Take heed though, I whispered, his time won’t be long,
Make each moment count, for soon he’ll be gone,
And so I watched ‘or him from heaven above,
Our boy was growing, he was showered with love,
He teased his sisters and played with his brother,
He respected his father and was sweet to his mother,
He liked hunting and fishing whenever he could,
He picked on his siblings like little boys should,
He loved knives and guns and trucks that were loud,
He was boy to the core and he made us all proud,
But just like I told you it didn’t take long,
Our boy grew up. He was tall, he was strong,
No longer a child, He was more like a man,
You had hopes for his future, but that wasn’t My plan.
I missed the boy, he was Mine from the start,
I knew all his thoughts, I knew him by heart,
And so when his time on earth was all passed,
I called My boy home, back to heaven at last!
He came in an instant, My bright happy child,
And when he caught sight of the angels, he smiled.
He’s up here in heaven, he’s sheltered from harm,
He’s safer than ever he was on your farm,
His eyes are still sparkling a beautiful blue,
His skin is remade, its again fresh and new,
The memories he left are all yours to share,
They’re sweet and they’re precious, so handle with care,
And so when your feeling discouraged or blue,
Remember he’s Mine, but I shared him with you.
In Loving Memory
Jeremiah Justin Ulmer
5/27/93 – 2/6/12
Jeremiah with his big 7 pt. buck. He shot him from 750 yards away straight through the eye. He couldn’t have been more proud.