The Story That Must Be Told

As I look back at my introduction and slowly began reading each chapter, I am amazed at all that Ive endured some things not written. There were many times I wanted to give up, but I am so grateful for being a mother who refused to lay in bed and die, not wanting my children to come in from school and find me lifeless after all the alcohol Id consumed. I would press my way downstairs while asking God not to let me die.



Thank you, God, for Your grace and mercy which has seen me through so many dark, tough, lonely times to this living point.



We go through unwanted and unwarranted situations in this thing called life, and we have questions that always starts with why.



Why did my sons life have to come to an end so soon and tragically?



I havent cried in a while, but writing these words reminds me of just how much I miss my son.



And of so many other moms and dads who have had to feel this void of not having your special son/daughter here with you anymore.



Hold on to your faith in Jesus Christ, our Savior. You can make it. I did, and I am praying for each of you.







Coming out to many storms, Im flourishing into Gods beautiful rainbow.