The Engel family's beloved youngest son, Andrew, was recently involved in a serious accident and is now receiving ongoing medical care. After numerous surgeries, his condition remains critical. This sudden emergency has turned their family upside down, and right now their focus is exactly where it should be - by their child's side.
As they navigate this unexpected chapter, we are coming together as a community to help Brad and Taylor, so that they can focus fully on healing and being together as a family. This family is held together by their strong faith, and they believe deeply in the power of prayer and the strength of community. They feel every message, every prayer, and every act of kindness surrounding them right now.
We are believing in a miracle for Andrew, for healing, peace, strength, and hope in the days ahead. Please continue to keep the entire Engel family - Brad, Taylor, John, George, and Andrew - in your thoughts and prayers.
Thank you for loving this family so well during such a tender time. Below is the verse Taylor shared just today.
2 Corinthians 4:18 "So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal"
Update: After nearly three weeks of fighting so hard, through multiple surgeries, Andrew Engel passed from this life to eternity on Feb. 4th. His life here on earth, all 3 1/2 years, touched so many lives and there are no words to describe how deeply he will be missed. Please continue to pray and support the Engel family as they begin to navigate these next days, weeks, months. Taylor has been keeping her family and friends updated on CaringBridge, I will share one of her latest posts below:
”We have entered the next stage. Of grief, of healing, of questioning, of denial...all of them together it feels.
We see Andrew everywhere and in everything at the condo. And yet he’s not here. Playing at his hot wheels ultimate garage, getting out his own cup to pour himself some milk which he will inevitably spill, helping himself to bandaids from the basket in the bathroom for a minuscule booboo, sitting in his chair at dinner asking “mommy can you hold my hand“ for many of our meals, his scribbles on our whiteboard, notebooks, and walls alike, and on and on and on.
His brothers’ grief weaves and intermingles with ours but it, just like ours, will never be linear or tidy, and it will show itself in different ways.
We talked a lot about Andrew yesterday and about Heaven. We wondered together what body Andrew has chosen and whether he wants to keep his curly hair (we hope so). We wondered how tall he is to which both big brothers exclaimed that he better not be taller than them. The competitive brotherly spirit remains. We decided to still ask him the best part of his day at dinner, at least for now.
I may keep posting on here for a while, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s helping me or maybe it feels too “final” to stop. I don’t know.
For those of you who have felt an increase in faith in some capacity over the last weeks, I share this “do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves, do what it says” James 1:22. Live it out.”
❤️
Taylor