My dearest Elijah, It is Sunday Morning.  February 28th.  It's been 31 months since you breathed your last.  I sit here by the fire aching from within.  Life continuing its ebb and flow all the while something so not right.  It is the pain a parent walks with each moment after a child has been taken.  No matter how strong my walk with God.  No matter how much faith I have; the pain remains.  You are gone.  My life here altered forever.  I think of the sunrise that Sunday morning.  The incredible grace ... View Post