Part 3 of a Mother’s Day Series I can’t even begin to imagine how it would feel to lose a child to death. I’ve been close several times and during those times, my heart seemed to shrivel beneath the weight of sorrow. I was speechless, but felt like screaming. Frozen in fear and desperation, I realized that I alone was incapable of changing my situation. There was not one thing that I could do to save the child that I loved more than life. I went through all of the stages of questioning God, crying, disbelief, resentment, feeling hopeless, and anger. At one point I prayed, “God, if you take…
