At the lowest point of my life when grief pressed against fear so hard I could barely draw a breath – one small act of compassion kept me from falling apart.
My wife had di:ed while delivering our rainbow baby, and my son came into the world too early, fighting for every shallow breath. I still remember sinking to the hospital floor, shaking and helpless, when an older nurse knelt beside me, wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and murmured,
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