Four Years Without My Son: What I Want You to Know
On this day, four years ago. I held my son Braedon’s hand as his last breath escaped through his lips and dissolved into the air ever so gently talking all that was him in one fell swoop. One thousand, four hundred and sixty one days. 35,040 hours. 2,102,400 minutes… That’s how long it’s been since his heart stopped beating and mine kept going. Despite that continuum of time and vast space that separates heaven and earth & him and I, loving him is so intricately woven into ev
