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