Reflecting on Five Years
This time five years ago I was blissfully unaware that anything was wrong with the son I was carrying. My biggest issue was dealing with people finding out my firstborn son was only 10 months old at the time, and warning me about how I would most certainly have my "hands full." Then on April 29th, we received Gabe's fatal diagnosis . And four months later, I was burying my son. My arms never felt so empty... Over the past five years, there have been both moments of intense sorrow, and hopeful joy. I have missed my son so much that my heart physically ached, but (almost daily) I look at the children God has given me to treasure here on earth, and I become overwhelmed with tearful gratitude. Since losing Gabe, I've been immensely blessed to have two more children - daughters, both so different in spirit, but the same in beauty. Over the years, I've learned that his loss has allowed me the opportunity to minister to others who are hurting. And I've b...