I initially posted this one year ago. I’m reposting to bring encouragement to all those who have suffered the loss of a loved one.

Fourteen years ago, on September 12, 2001, I remember sitting in a hospital bed watching the small television and witnessing the horrible aftermath of the 9/11 terrorist attacks.  But even at that time, those events seemed like an impossible dream, like a distant blur of tragic images flashing in front of my eyes.  I think back on that day and ponder the fact that the unthinkable tragedy that profoundly changed our nation was yet another layer–adding to the sadness already permeating my heart.  For you see, we were experiencing our own tragedy.  My husband and I were dealing with the shock and disbelief that our son Ross was no longer with us.

Just twenty four hours earlier, we were getting ready for a normal teaching day at Sam Houston State University.  As I walked into the building, I felt the reassuring kicks of my son, who was 23 weeks in…

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