Zaven Zackeriah Abado

had been sick for a week, a headache and vomiting had progressed

and now he was in the hospital. Eight days later, he was gone.

There are no words to convey the helplessness, the sorrow,

or pain of watching a daily progression of deterioration, of bad reports,

and finally, of losing my 9 year old grandson, who up to this time , was

a perfectly healthy little boy. Zaven was a fun loving kid; he liked to

play outdoors in the neighborhood with his little friends. He loved nerf

guns, video games, and riding his scooter. He loved. He loved his

momma; when he was younger,he used to make up songs about

how he loved his momma. I loved the one where he sang,

🎼"I love my mommy, she is my best friend. I love my mommy...

she's so adordable". 🎼 He loved to play with and squish our arms.

He loved his daddy, so proud of him being in the military. He loved

his brother Alek, and looked up to him. His baby sister was precious

to him, and he always watched over her with his brother. He loved

chips and green tea, his grandma Elizabeth's cooking. His grandpa,

his multitude of aunts, uncles, and cousins.

As a military family, he had to relocate every few years, he adjusted

well and made friends easily.

He has relocated one more time~ he is in heaven now, with family,

with new friends, with Jesus. I rest in the knowledge that his pain

and suffering is gone, and he plays on in a bigger more beautiful place.

We mourn Zaven, we will never forget him, yet we are comforted

and strengthened by our God.

Psalm 30:5

Though weeping may last for the night, joy comes in the morning.

I am reminded of a song that says; I'm trading my sorrows

I am pressed but not crushed persecuted not abandoned,

struck down but not destroyed! I am blessed beyond a curse

for his promise will endure, His joy is going to be my strength!

Though the sorrow may last for a night his joy comes in the morning.

And so we walk out this night...knowing, and

fully expecting God is walking along side of us.