Then I met Quasim, a man that had experienced such loss, yet still had this unwavering faith in God. He encouraged and inspired me to start talking to God again. I prayed in the backseat while holding his cross and mine. I prayed for our unborn baby. His parents. His brother. Elijah. I prayed for him to push through this and come through stronger than ever. I lived in this world without him before knowing him, and I didn’t want to do it again. I couldn’t do it again.
