Part 9: The day I buried my son

Part 9: The day I buried my son

Grief is hard. The day we buried our son, Joshua Caleb, was a dismal, dreary day, at least from what I remember of it. Maybe that was just the way my heart felt when I look back on it. No. I looked it up. The historical weather data confirms my memory. Cool and...
Part 8: The Day My Heart Got Ripped Out

Part 8: The Day My Heart Got Ripped Out

*Disclaimer. This post is about my experience in the loss of my firstborn son. If you are looking for a happy post today, please go read about our trip to Disney World last year. 🙂 Even though this post is a more difficult one, I do hope you can find some...

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