How Grief Taught Me the True Meaning of Home

at Lynn, I saw my son’s eyes. Each time I heard the children, I heard him in their voices. And instead of comforting me, it pierced me deeper.

Grief has a way of clouding the heart, turning love into resentment.

The Breaking Point

One evening, as Lynn prepared the children for bed, I could no longer contain my bitterness. The words escaped before I could continue reading …