I was angry at God for allowing my first son to die. I was in a black hole, and there was no way out. I couldn’t pray or read my Bible. In fact, I threw my Bible against the nearest wall and watched as it landed on the floor. Then I kicked it into a corner where it remained for months.
I edited this book for the author, so naturally I think it's great. But I'm selective about books I accept for editing and don't work on a book unless I really like it.
Edith shares her experiences in losing two of her sons. Parents don't expect to outlive their children. It's tragic when one adult child dies; it's even more tragic when the second dies. The book is both a memoir of her experiences with loss and a tribute to the sons she loved.