3 years ago today. . .

I held my son as he took his last breath and met Jesus face to face. It was both the best & worst day of my life all in one single moment. The only reason I say it was the best.... the only positive thing I can take from that day was the experience of feeling the presence of Jesus in that room as he took Noah home. It's something I can't explain, this amazing peace was there and you literally felt Jesus surround us in that moment. It was a surreal experience, one that I have never felt before and haven't felt since.  But of course it was also the worst day of my life as my son died.

My.

Son.

Died.

It feels like yesterday yet at the same time it feels like a lifetime ago. I can't believe it's been 3 years. That day 3 years ago as I walked out of the hospital with empty arms, I couldn't even envision the next day let alone several years down the road yet here I am, still standing.

And it's only by the grace of God I am.