Jeanne, another person who also consistently asked about and prayed for K, died last week at age 84. I first knew Jeanne because she served in our church's Lay Counseling Department (where I also volunteer), but during the last 4 years, I would see her at the YMCA a few times each week -- and almost every single time, she asked me if I had any adoption news for her.
It makes me sad to think that they've prayed for four years, and will not be here to see the day when we bring our daughter home. I am taking satisfaction in the knowledge that they both got to see pictures of her sweet face.
And I have to brush up on my theology a little on this point, but I sure hope they will be clapping their hands and rejoicing with us in heaven when we finally travel to meet the daughter they lovingly prayed for.
Until then, I'll remember this when I think of Mr. W and Jeanne:
But for them it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on for ever: in which every chapter is better than the one before.
-- C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle