Since the death of our adult son, Mike, every day was painful. I struggled through each waking hour, unable to take a full, deep healing breath. Every muscle in my body was tense and stinging from sadness. Especially my heart. I got into bed beside my husband, Rick, one chilly March night, completely sore but relieved to have made it through yet another day.
I closed my eyes, praying for rest to come quickly. , I told myself. That was my one comfort. After years of
