Laments of a Father

Stories about the love and loss of our son, Eli. 

Our Son’s Name

Our Son’s Name

We resolved to give our little warrior a name that his tribe would be proud to speak forever.

Carrying My Son

Carrying My Son

I knew carrying his casket would be torture, but it was my exclusive tribute to my firstborn son.

Courageous Love

Courageous Love

In the shadow of our son’s death, I have gotten to witness the staggering beauty of motherhood.

Our Little Warrior

Our Little Warrior

The horror of death’s shadow could not eclipse the wonder of my beloved son.

Unanswered Prayer

Unanswered Prayer

My cries as a father have been met with thundering silence from above.

Ambushed Again

Ambushed Again

Our family was being ambushed again, throwing us into a panic of despair and fury.

We Chose You

We Chose You

Despite the agony of the decision, the opportunity to choose our son is something I now cherish as Eli’s father.

Paralyzed

Paralyzed

Either path before us ended in devastation, paralyzing us in the midst of our grief.

An Awful Agony

An Awful Agony

The agony that I’ve become so familiar with is no mere visitor. This unwelcome intruder has moved in to stay.

Destroyed

Destroyed

We were guarded. On watch. But no amount of caution could prevent us from being destroyed.