To live with a life-threatening chronic illness is hard. But I will always maintain that watching the one I love most battle through it is harder.
Margarete takes us on a heart-wrenching journey no mother should ever have to endure. Her own worst nightmare, her own personal hell, spans the pages of this book, but she has a supernaturally impeccable way of telling it with grace, hope, strength, and pure determination to point the focus more toward love than loss. It‘s a journey from unthinkable heartbreak back to hope and a true testament to love truly being the cure for everything. It was a difficult read for me, as my husband and I both have the genetic illness that “moved Jena up” to Heaven and Margarete’s son, Eric, still fights today. But I found my life in the pages of this book, in the battles of both Margarete and Jena, and I will never be the same for it. It has taught me to look for love and life in even the most broken of circumstances, and it brought into more keen awareness that love is a gift from God Himself above and in that, it can never truly die.
Thank you, Margarete, for letting the world meet you and the precious daughter you still hold so dear. We are all better for it. We are all better for your kind of love.