Sarah and Emily would turn 29 years old at the end of this year. I can’t believe it’s been so long. And yet I have never written down their story. For the first few years I tried to organize things in my head, but I always got too bogged down in the details and the grief. In these days of the COVID19 pandemic, I might never have told the story otherwise. In 1988, when my 3rd son Ryan was a...
Nora: Blessed beyond measure
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