When the Pain Won’t Stop

June 12, 1998

The lingering rays of the afternoon sun shone through my kitchen window accentuating the cobalt blue mosaic tile on the backsplash as I washed Jacob’s sippy cup. I listened as my two sons, five-year-old Garrett and two-year-old Jacob played in the backyard under the limbs of our pecan trees. Their laughter sent tsunami waves of joy through me. Music from 12-year-old Brittany’s room blared through the house. Pulling my hands from the soapy water, I leaned against the counter, w...