Between Grief and Hope
In December 1985, my daughter Laura was born a month early with genetic abnormalities that were not compatible with life. The only prognosis was death, most likely within a week. On day 6, I was at the hospital rocking, singing, and praying. Then I told God that I had to leave in about a half hour. I prayed that if Laura was to die that day, it be while I was with her, so she would feel my love. … Read the rest “Wednesday, April 23”
