Laments of a Father
Stories about the love and loss of our son, Eli.
Our Son’s Name
We resolved to give our little warrior a name that his tribe would be proud to speak forever.
“He was…is…”
We tiptoe the line between life and death.
Carrying My Son
I knew carrying his casket would be torture, but it was my exclusive tribute to my firstborn son.
Courageous Love
In the shadow of our son’s death, I have gotten to witness the staggering beauty of motherhood.
My Son Made Me Sing
In the midst of the storm, our son made us sing in the rain.
Our Little Warrior
The horror of death’s shadow could not eclipse the wonder of my beloved son.
Unanswered Prayer
My cries as a father have been met with thundering silence from above.
Ambushed Again
Our family was being ambushed again, throwing us into a panic of despair and fury.
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
Either path before us ended in devastation, paralyzing us in the midst of our grief.
The Dream That Haunts Me
I had a dream for our future family. But this dream has been twisted into a horrible nightmare.
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
We were guarded. On watch. But no amount of caution could prevent us from being destroyed.