I need to get through this day. Everyone keeps telling me that I need to live for my daughters, but all I want to do is crawl back in bed, pull the covers over my head and stop breathing - then I could open my eyes and I would be with my son again. I didn't want to parent, I didn't want to live, I just wanted to hold my son. That thought consumed me for months, but what I learned was that God was next to me, holding me up, helping me walk, keeping me among the living - and I am so grateful. There is life after the death of a child, I promise! It is not an easy road that we travel. We have to learn to live without our child - it's so biologically wrong to bury your child, yet we are a testament to our faith by getting up everyday. My hope is that this book will be a resource and comfort to you. You are not alone. Keep putting one foot in front of the other. Don't give up on your future self.