Five days after Easter in 2013, my 27-year-old son ended his own life. He battled mental illness since he was a child, and despite the best doctors, meds, therapy, prayers and love, he lost his battle for hope. The day Matthew gave in to despair was the worst day of my life. Our family was devastated.
Since then, I’ve often been asked, “How have you made it? How have you kept going in your pain?” And I’ve often replied, “The answer is Easter.” Read More