A Year of Sorrow, a Year of Gratitude, a Year of Grace

The grass at Glen Oaks Cemetery had already begun to fade from its bright summer green to its drab winter brown on the day we first visited. The November breeze blew cold upon us as we walked the rows of graves to choose the spot where we would bury our son. We eventually chose a plot near the end of a long row, beneath the shade of a young tree. A few days later we watched his coffin be lowered … Continue reading A Year of Sorrow, a Year of Gratitude, a Year of Grace