I loved my son every day of his life, and I will love him ferociously long after I’ve stopped breathing. I am a simple woman. I am not bright or learn-ed. I do not read. I do not write. My opinions are not solicited. My voice is not important … On the day of my son’s birth I was infused with a love beyond all measure and understanding … The world tells me that God is in Heaven and that my son is in Hell. I tell the world the one true thing I know: If my son is in Hell, then there is no Heaven—because if my son sits in Hell, there is no God.
