Even Now, There Are Still Days So

I Have Learned That There Is More Power In A Good Strong Hug Than In A Thousand Meaningful Words.

No One Can Write Like Cheryl Strayed.

Even Now, There Are Still Days So Beautiful, I Almost Believe In God.

My Daughter, Grace, Was Not Killed By A Gun. She Died Suddenly At Age 5 From A Virulent Form Of Strep. As I Stood Stunned In A Church At Her Memorial, One Of The Hardest Things I Heard Someone Say Was, 'i'm Going To Go Home And Hug My Child A Little Tighter.' 'well, Good For You,' I Thought. 'i'm Going To Go Home And Scream.'

No Mother Should Lose Her Child.