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Rest In Peace Connor
On April 3rd 10 year old Connor V______ died. It took 4 days for him to die. It started with an infection, that caused a fever. That led to chest pains and bad circulation which eventually turned his feet black. The doctors had to induce a coma to keep him alive because he had no brain activity. Relying on machines and tubes to preform normal bodily functions...but it's hard to think of that as human. It was like her was a shell of him self.
9 seems like a completely insignificant number when you think of it. But i have been to 9 funerals, all of people i loved, which makes 9 VERY significant. But never before have i ever been to a little kid funeral. I can only imagine what his parents are going through, and his older brother Dillon.
I've known Connor and Dillon for about 10 years now. When Connor was just a new born and his family had just moved in to the house across the street from me. I loved going over there and playing with Dillon who was closer to my age. We would play Teen Titans and house. In the summer all the neighborhood kids would go with Connor and his family to the lake to go tubing on the boat. These two little boys were probably the best part of my childhood, growing up in south Minneapolis. I baby sat them at least once a week, it was a great job, i loved them- and they loved me. But as i grew up, went to high school, i became to old to go out and play. I would instead stay in my room on the computer or go to the mall with my friends or boyfriend. I regret this. I feel if i had stuck around just a few more years we would all be just as close as we were back then. It's hard to believe Connor was in 5th grade...and Dillon in middle school! When it seems just yesterday 3 year old Connor would come knock on my door and ask to come over to play.
I loved their family immensely, unconditionally.
They were the kind of people who did nice things, not for recognition, but simply for the sake of being righteous. They would never except praise.
The year my mom lost her job (i was about 9 i believe) we were struggling to pay the bills- let alone put food on the table. Connor and Dillons family brought us groceries. When my mom had her knee surgery, they helped me mow the lawn and shovel snow in the winter. And when our water got shut off, they let me come stay with them. It is this kind of Apostleship that is hard to ignore. Which is why it is SO difficult to understand God's plan. Why he took Connor from us- so soon. But we are only human, and we must understand our place and learn to not question God and his divine plan.
I feel like I'm always going to be waiting for Connor to come and knock on my door again, asking me to come over to play...but he never will again
This picture perfectly depicts the spirit of Connor! He was always wrestling, it never mattered how big the other person was, Connor would take on any one. Which made him a great football player. He was fearless, wild, energetic and loving. If Christ is the spark inside us all, He must have been a fire work in Connor.
For more support, visit www.caringbridge.org/visit/connorvankuiken/photos/1
and witness a life loved, lost and missed.
Rest In Peace Connor
On April 3rd 10 year old Connor V______ died. It took 4 days for him to die. It started with an infection, that caused a fever. That led to chest pains and bad circulation which eventually turned his feet black. The doctors had to induce a coma to keep him alive because he had no brain activity. Relying on machines and tubes to preform normal bodily functions...but it's hard to think of that as human. It was like her was a shell of him self.
9 seems like a completely insignificant number when you think of it. But i have been to 9 funerals, all of people i loved, which makes 9 VERY significant. But never before have i ever been to a little kid funeral. I can only imagine what his parents are going through, and his older brother Dillon.
I've known Connor and Dillon for about 10 years now. When Connor was just a new born and his family had just moved in to the house across the street from me. I loved going over there and playing with Dillon who was closer to my age. We would play Teen Titans and house. In the summer all the neighborhood kids would go with Connor and his family to the lake to go tubing on the boat. These two little boys were probably the best part of my childhood, growing up in south Minneapolis. I baby sat them at least once a week, it was a great job, i loved them- and they loved me. But as i grew up, went to high school, i became to old to go out and play. I would instead stay in my room on the computer or go to the mall with my friends or boyfriend. I regret this. I feel if i had stuck around just a few more years we would all be just as close as we were back then. It's hard to believe Connor was in 5th grade...and Dillon in middle school! When it seems just yesterday 3 year old Connor would come knock on my door and ask to come over to play.
I loved their family immensely, unconditionally.
They were the kind of people who did nice things, not for recognition, but simply for the sake of being righteous. They would never except praise.
The year my mom lost her job (i was about 9 i believe) we were struggling to pay the bills- let alone put food on the table. Connor and Dillons family brought us groceries. When my mom had her knee surgery, they helped me mow the lawn and shovel snow in the winter. And when our water got shut off, they let me come stay with them. It is this kind of Apostleship that is hard to ignore. Which is why it is SO difficult to understand God's plan. Why he took Connor from us- so soon. But we are only human, and we must understand our place and learn to not question God and his divine plan.
I feel like I'm always going to be waiting for Connor to come and knock on my door again, asking me to come over to play...but he never will again
This picture perfectly depicts the spirit of Connor! He was always wrestling, it never mattered how big the other person was, Connor would take on any one. Which made him a great football player. He was fearless, wild, energetic and loving. If Christ is the spark inside us all, He must have been a fire work in Connor.
For more support, visit www.caringbridge.org/visit/connorvankuiken/photos/1
and witness a life loved, lost and missed.