stretched out, screaming for me to save him.
That’s when it hit me. We waited too long. I might never see my son
alive again.
Tears of rage flooded my eyes, spilled onto my cheeks. “After the leg,
the kidney stones, the mastectomy, this is how you’re going to let me
celebrate the end of my time of testing?” I yelled at God. “You’re going to
take my son?”