We tiptoe the line between life and death.read more
I knew carrying his casket would be torture, but it was my exclusive tribute to my firstborn son.read more
In the shadow of our son's death, I have gotten to witness the staggering beauty of motherhood.read more
In the midst of the storm, our son made us sing in the rain.read more
The horror of death's shadow could not eclipse the wonder of my beloved son.read more
My cries as a father have been met with thundering silence from above.read more
Our family was being ambushed again, throwing us into a panic of despair and fury.read more
Despite the agony of the decision, the opportunity to choose our son is something I now cherish as Eli’s father.read more
Either path before us ended in devastation, paralyzing us in the midst of our grief.read more
I had a dream for our future family. But this dream has been twisted into a horrible nightmare.read more
The agony that I've become so familiar with is no mere visitor. This unwelcome intruder has moved in to stay.read more
We were guarded. On watch. But no amount of caution could prevent us from being destroyed.read more
Jillian is my best friend. I adore my strong, selfless, and sassy wife.
Eli is my little warrior. I loved him desperately as his time was short.
Jesus is my gracious King. He holds on even when I let go.